The castle at night was accompanied by darkness and cool breezes.
The climber felt his way along the wall, slowly making his way up to the third floor, intending to traverse the castle via the external flying buttresses.
Trailing far behind him was the archaeologist.
Unaware, they passed one after the other through the room of the Traveling Poet, who, in the midst of retrieving character memories, sensed something and looked up at the door.
His eyes shimmered as he peered through the thick door, faintly making out two sneaky figures passing by outside.
Hmm, judging by the distance, they shouldn't be together.
The Traveling Poet pondered for a moment—Cerys had hinted a few times that it's best to avoid wandering around the castle at night.
But honestly, the deserted night was also the best time for gathering intelligence and taking action.
After some thought, the Traveling Poet flipped out of the windowsill.
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