Peace, that was what this was.
For the first time in nearly months, Milo was left alone, stewing in his own thoughts. All around him, the scent of fresh oak flowed into his nostrils. He sat up, taking one more glance at the extravagant guest house Tarot had led them towards.
Since arriving in Luminaera, after some brief chatting between guards and Tarot, all of them, Marcos, Milo, Ray and Dark had been granted individual titles.
Milo was known as an emissary of Avalora.
Dark was known as an emissary of Nyxahar.
Ray was known as an emissary of Thalassia.
Dark was granted an entry pass as the aide to both Milo and Dark, thanks to his roots being demonic.
It wasn't exactly what Milo considered to be ideal, but if it was working for them then that was all that mattered. What he was pleased about was his room in this guest house.
