Astaroth reappeared in the corridor they had taken him from, his mouth open to protest. But he clamped it shut when he noticed he wasn't in Aravelle's presence anymore.
'That old codger… He shoved me out the moment he was done talking. He could have at least let me ask him for a better solution then, just post someone who will sense me…' he complained, internally.
Astaroth resumed walking toward the throne room, a bit peeved at his new dilemma. Someone who could sense mana meant at least a mage.
But he couldn't just take one out of his patrols for a guarding job, could he?
This put him in a foul mood.
Reaching the throne room, Astaroth noticed nobody was inside, and clicked his tongue.
'He held me for so long, the meeting is over…'
"Guard, do you know the queen's whereabouts?"
The guard to the right of the door smacked his heels together.
