"MY LORD, you want me to meet the merchants in your place?"
"That's right," Yvo said while putting on a thicker jacket. He wasn't bothered by the cold. But his noonim would get cold easily, so he got used to wearing thicker clothing in case he needed to lend them to Gypsy. "Go and tell them that I will be a little late."
"You won't be a "little" late if we don't leave now, my lord."
"I have a teleportation scroll that I received from Cyrus Helion," he explained. "Moreover, the meeting is in the duchy's capital and not the royal capital. The teleportation spell can bring me there in a few minutes."
Killian let out a sigh. "May I know where you're headed to, my lord?"
"I'm going to follow Noonim."
The knight didn't look shocked.
"If you already know, then why did you have to ask?" he asked, shaking his head. "Noonim was acting strange earlier."
Gypsy was a bad liar.