One Step Closer To Death

While the explosion and the ensuing chaos were being dealt with by the Silver Citadel guards, Michael, after unceremoniously dumping the unconscious elf on a passing stretcher, headed back towards Alyndra's room.

He found the two guards exactly where he had left them. Stationed outside her door. Impassive. Unflinching. They had not moved an inch, even with the explosions, the screams, the sounds of a building threatening to collapse.

Their faces betrayed nothing as they remained stoic as ever. But as Michael approached, his own robes scorched, his face smeared with ash, he saw a flicker of something in their eyes that strangely looked like respect and surprise.

They could not fully comprehend that a human, a male slut no less, had risked his neck to help save their people. It did not fit their preconceived notions and prejudices.