"Didn't expect the rain." Valcroy said, extending his hand, letting the rain soak it wet. He looked at the sky, dark clouds rumbled, expressing their anger.
'Fuuuu* let's do this.' Letting out a breath, Valcroy draped the hood of the cloak, obscuring his features and entered the crowd who was walking toward the estate, more specifically toward the hall, where the Frostborne would commence the start of the festival.
.....
Erik brought the face of the guard closer to him, asking, "If you don't tell me the truth." Saying that, he forced the guard's head to turn. A person lay there, motionless. The guard shivered as he recognized who it was. He didn't expect the former young master of the Frostbornes to be this dangerous.
Killing or anything similar was forbidden, and anyone who did so would face a severe punishment. Then again, he was already banished. What more can they do to him? Tell him to get out faster?
