Bard pivoted on his heels, fixing his eyes on the door.
A moment lingered in silence, but no one rapped against the wooden barrier. The once-present soft footsteps in the corridor had now faded into nothingness.
As a seasoned Beyonder, Bard dismissed the notion of hallucination. Returning to the servant's bed, he grabbed the backpack containing the spoils of the year, feigning an escape from the Governor of the Sea's residence before confirming the outcome of the sea prayer ritual.
Such precautions were only sensible. Not everyone placed full trust in Juan Oro's promises.
Bard slung the backpack over his shoulder and slyly opened the window, aiming to slip into the weeds below.
Suddenly, a figure, standing over a meter tall, emerged from the shadows in the corner. Its disproportionately large head and wrinkled face identified it as one of the Little Devils from the sea spawn.
The Little Devil gestured for Bard to close the glass window.
