"Hmm?" The young lord had just entered the room when he heard something fall to the floor nearby.
Turning toward the source of the noise, he saw two people frozen in disbelief, like statues. They were already shivering in fear.
They were carrying an armful of treasures, which kept slipping from their trembling hands.
They had thought that Karyk had killed everyone in the city. This, they assumed, gave them an opportunity to loot the city's treasures and escape.
None of them had imagined that anyone was still alive. Moreover, it was the worst person possible; the Lord of the City, the one who had founded it. Though he was often absent, the guards knew his identity.
This place was his home. Had they known he was alive, they would never have dared to set foot inside.
They were heavily regretting their decision of stepping foot inside this building. Just where did they get this courage? They were cursing themselves for this foolishness.