Astaroth did not know which mansion he needed to head to, and every time he stopped at a gate to ask a guard for help, they shooed him away like a beggar.
It was irritating him seriously.
'Which one is the right house?! And why is every guard here being so brutish and unhelpful?!'
Astaroth kicked a loose cobblestone, and it flew off, hitting the side of a passing carriage. He gasped, realizing what had just happened.
'Fuck.'
The carriage was already stopping, as the two guards driving it were hopping off. Astaroth quickly walked to them, bowing and apologizing.
"I'm terribly sorry! I didn't intend to hit anything! I'll pay for any damage I caused!"
"Do you know whose carriage you hit, you insolent mut?!" One guard barked, while the other inspected the side of the carriage.
There seemed to be no damage, but the stone had dirtied a part of the crest on the side, and that seemed to anger the guard even more.
