Margaret cast a glance back at Harrison. The elf playing the role of a retainer didn't ask anything and briskly headed towards the vicinity of the clock tower to investigate. The dormitory supervisor curiously glanced a few more times but failed to detect Harrison's identity; his elven features, particularly his pointed ears, were obscured by his braided hair, making it difficult to discern clearly.
Harrison hadn't changed his silver hair and skin color. After all, no one would think that an elf would serve as a servant to humans, even if that elf was a wandering exile.
About fifteen minutes later, Harrison returned and nodded to Margaret. It seemed that she could stay.
Under the dormitory supervisor's peculiar gaze, Margaret moved her luggage into the old attic next to the clock tower. The place was indeed nice, albeit sparsely furnished. However, it was spacious and secluded, and it even came with a courtyard overgrown with weeds.