The Hollow woods
I meet Azrael down the corridor leading up to his room with two minutes to spare, my heart pounding against my chest as I scurry down the corridor to meet him, giving my hair one last briefing over to ensure all the leaves and twigs have been fully disposed of. Considering it was on my route to Azrael's room, I was careful to drop by my own quarters to snag some perfume that Azrael had given me at last nights dinner service- a vain attempt to buy off my affections. Though as impartial as I am to his gifts, this particular one made itself rather convenient in washing away that smell of decay and rot that had persisted to cling onto my body as I had legged it out the forest. At least now I can appear as though I have somewhat done what I told Azrael I would do.