'Alright…'
Grandmaster Conrad felt tense as he stood before the black mahogany door before him.
Despite the late evening breeze, he could feel a bead of sweat, or two, forming on his forehead.
Still, he calmed himself and took a good look at the building.
The Guest House wasn't very large. It was a two-story building that was a bit wider than normal in order to accommodate as many rooms as possible.
The ground floor consisted of a living room, a reception area, a kitchen, and all manner of facilities that could help guests settle in.
There was also a mini-pub in one of the building extensions.
The top floor, however, consisted only of the bedrooms.
Since their guest, Ralyks, had only come for visiting purposes, Conrad already knew where he would be.
—The Reception Area.
As the Grandmaster placed his hand on the knob, after refusing a guard to do it for him, he took a deep breath.
