Swish!
The gold brilliance receded, appearing before a grand manor entrance.
The post was empty, unlike the hall they were before there were no hidden stares directed at him.
Though dark, there were bright lit lanterns fashioned on the walls that illuminated their surroundings, the street outside looked quite deserted, sparse with crowds, and each of these people carried themselves in a dignified manner while working on foot.
Which looked strange, why weren't they riding carriages instead. Andrew thought, feeling several open glances, some that of interest and caution for the silver haired man leading them.
Whilst the silver haired man, Sir Remus, wasted no time in observing the street before passing through the entrance which turned out to be a veil, as if it was an illusion, the man disappeared.
'Ehn?' Andrew's eyes glinted with surprise, sensing the familiarity.
