Even though Firebolt was moving at a slow pace through the city, by the time Dean Bruce and Lina Jones finished their conversation, they had already arrived near a luxurious estate.
It was more of a manor than a simple courtyard, with stone walls replacing the typical fences.
There were no nearby residences or other buildings—just this one imposing estate standing alone.
As they approached, they could see guards patrolling along the walls. Upon spotting Lina Jones, the guards hesitated for a moment before quickly bowing in respect, not daring to stop Firebolt's advance.
"Clop, clop, clop—"
The sudden sound of hooves echoed from deeper within the estate, growing louder as a young man on a fine steed, dressed in ornate clothing with a cape flowing behind him, came into view. Seeing him, Dean Bruce gently pulled Firebolt to a halt.
"Whoa!"
