"I pray your soul rests in peace. One day I will avenge your death."—Belladonna.
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Belladonna watched, her eyes locked on Zarvoth whose arrival spoke not only of an unknown intent, but also, it seemed there surely might be a gathering held in the Mansion.
She had these thoughts, when another stepped out from the carriage, his face stone cold, and expression that of professional conduct.
This young man following Zarvoth, clad in black, eyes roamed around the Mansion's premises. "Yours is more wonderful than this.... Snow hill!." Belladonna could hear him say, and Zarvoth's reply was only a nod.
Two maids carefully walked towards them. One had her head lowered, the other, raised with confidence.
"Lord Zarvoth, your room has been prepared," The confident one stated, while the other quickly took the bag carried by his companion.
".... Human, Why don't you raise your head and look into my eyes?."
