Following Draven's instructions, I made my way to his mansion in the capital. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. The mansion loomed ahead, a grand and imposing structure that exuded an air of mystery and power. As I approached the front gate, I noticed a guard who immediately turned on his heel and sprinted inside.
He already noticed his servants just as he said, didn't he?
I can't imagine him forgetting something, but it's not impossible for him to lie.
This is not harassment or a trap to me, isn't this?
Moments later, a well-dressed butler emerged, his posture impeccable and his demeanor calm.
"Welcome, Lady Liora," he said with a slight bow. "I am Alfred, the loyal butler of Master Draven. Please, come in."
I replied with a nod.
