-Petal Village-
-Dewmire, Baston-
The moment they were all alone, Reuel immediately put himself in front of his wife, his expression grave.
Andras sat down once again, carefully slipping apples into his pockets. "I have no intention to cause you or the village harm." He calmly explained.
The elderly nobles didn't buy this but they didn't dare retaliate, saying nothing until the odd stranger strolled out, his handsome face not hiding the sinister nature of his eyes.
Reqiel waited patiently in front of the manor, kicking a pebble off to the side. If he didn't think and just went with the flow, he was spared a barrage of headaches and he was happy. It was a perfectly fair trade considering that this arrangement wasn't built to last, he would return to the Realm soon…
He frowned at the uncomfortable feeling in his chest, he would have to leave Andras… again.