Man Of His Word

Skadi led the way, her sharp Fenrir nose sniffing the air as she followed the unmistakable scent of their target. Her posture was relaxed, but her ears twitched slightly, a subtle indication that she was focusing intently on tracking Cassius.

Julie and Aisha followed closely behind, their steps quiet as they passed through the grand hallways of the mansion. The air was still filled with the remnants of the party—maids were still assisting drunken knights into their rooms, some knights muttering incoherent nonsense, while others simply slumped over in exhaustion.

No one said a word as they ascended the grand staircase since they were esteemed guests and technically Cassius's personal legion now.

The atmosphere shifted slightly as they entered a more lavish area of the mansion—one with elegant decor, gilded doors, and a clear indication that they had stepped into the domain of the estate's most important residents.