There was slight fear and anticipation in my heart as I stood before those huge doors.
A long wind billowed across the streets, bringing along a refreshing scent unique to the frozen lands of the North, while the illumination of the pyroxene lights would never quiver with the footsteps of bustling crowds. The special carriage that drove straight from the landing zone vanished from a junction under the setting sun of the evening, and I hence arrived at my destination.
The main gates of the Moldavian Liege's Residence in the North. It was the doors of where the person whose name I kept recited inwardly lived: Count Radcliffe.
He should have noticed my arrival already. It was not difficult to a Legendary champion.
