"You really are quiet here, huh?"
"I was always quiet."
"Not in front of me. I can still feel the bruises from last year, you know?"
Brandon and Evelyn roamed the hallway as soon as they left Lancelott's chamber.
After all, they were tasked with a job.
They were the only guards the heads could trust at the moment.
That, and they were the only ones qualified.
"Couldn't be helped. I didn't want too many people approaching me."
"I see."
That simple reason.
"Is this plan of yours proceeding well?"
"Everything's in place. There could be variables. Just focus on the task for now."
"Okay."
"Ah."
A voice cut through. In a separate hallway, a man who seemed to have been walking halted in his steps as he noticed both Brandon and Evelyn.
On his hand were a couple of pastries as his mouth was stuffed with them.
Looking at Evelyn, her facade broke for a second as she stared at the pastries.
