In the morning, Darren knocked on the guest room door many times. Never get an answer, he decided to peek into the keyhole of the room's door.
Just then, Ayre opened the door from inside.
"You guys slept really well or something, huh?" He sighed. "I have called you many times…."
The blacksmith raised an eyebrow when he found that the bedroom window was open and Vorn was nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you guys from?" Darren's expression firmed. "Why don't you guys use the front door to leave?"
"Sorry, we left without your permission last night." Ayre took out something from the pouch hanging on her belt. "My friend and I got these from Albert Garlington's."
Darren's chin dropped. His hand took the rose-shaped object from Ayre's hand. "Holy shit. You guys really pulled it off."
"However, my friend sustained injuries and is currently being cared for by Faye, the witch," Ayre explained further. "He asked me to see you."