It was already late evening when Prince Alaric rode up to the Baron's mansion, flanked by his three most trusted guards—Angus, Aramis, and Redon. The sky had darkened into a velvety indigo, the moon and stars veiled behind a slow-moving mist.
"Ari, you've finally returned!" Agilus exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and agitation as he stood by the grand entrance of the Baron's mansion.
"What's the matter?" Alaric asked stoically when he noticed the agitation in Agilus's voice. Why did he look like he was bullied?
Agilus took a breath, visibly trying to calm himself.
"The mayor tried to escape from his mansion." Agilus sighed deeply to relax. "We apprehended him at his every attempt, and he would curse at us every time. He was like a madman. It was quite annoying, you know. Why can't we just put him in prison?"
