Tarah immediately hid the parchments that were apparently from Luis inside her magical pouch, planning to read it later. She was inside Devon's lair at the moment, so she didn't want to take the risk.
Quickly making her way down the hallway, she was about to take the descending stairs to the dungeon when she almost bumped into a man who was also in a hurry.
"My apologies," he panted.
"It's alright," Tarah simply answered as the man stared at her for a moment. "You seem to be in a hurry, Milord."
With nothing else to say between them, she gave him a curt bow before quickly walking past him.
She knew him. It was Zoran, one of Devon's more powerful warlocks. She had also heard about his story from the servants since many of them admired the man.
It didn't seem like he could recognize her as Devon's mistress without a veil on her face, which caught her by surprise. He probably wondered who she was.
