OMAKE#16

It's terribly late in the night and terribly cold as well. Shivers run through my vulnerable, exposed skin, I look on to Hastra, dressed appropriately given the occasion and weather. 

Whereas I'd simply poured some water on my swollen face and eyes, slide into my slippers and rushed out with the guards by my side. Completely forgetting to change out of my night gown.

As a result, I've let myself be an inconvenience to one of the guards who followed to secure me. The poor man is now left in these freezing winds with his jacket draped over my shoulders. 

I'm grateful, but I can't wait to hand it back to him.

These billowing winds are not a new thing in Aste it seems. According to Hastra, the person I get much of my information and facts from, the winds took and upward turn in their speed the night Asher and Maylin drove the Mayor off.