"H-House…" the guard almost blurted it out of shock, but he quickly shut his mouth when he saw Bastian giving him a shushing gesture.
He cleared his throat nervously. "Please pardon our offense, my lords."
Bastian waved his hand dismissively. "Don't mind us. We are only here to see someone."
"Remember not to spread rumors about our arrival." He added in a severe tone.
The guard nodded, turned around, and relayed Bastian's words to his comrades.
Once the guards were informed of their identity, they no longer dared to disturb them and just allowed them to enter the town.
The trio waited near the entrance, but they didn't have to wait for long.
In about fifteen minutes, the guard who was sent to get someone came back with a rigid-faced middle-aged man dressed in shabby linen clothes.
"My lord." The middle-aged man bowed his head to Lucas before giving Bastian a nod of greeting. He then turned his head to Alaric and frowned.