"Lords, have you seen Lady O'Keefe?" asked Lance with a smile as he walked in. "I was just behind her when we came out of the basement, but in the blink of an eye, Lady O'Keefe disappeared without a trace. I didn't see her all the way here, and I'm rather curious."
Lance's smile was gentle, and with his clean-cut look, he seemed very sunny.
Even though Colin was not fond of such a familiar wizard, his first impression of him was not bad.
"We haven't seen her either, only Lady Jacqueline," Yeats said.
"I see," Lance nodded, his face growing more puzzled.
However, at that moment, Colin, eager to return to his room, discovered an interesting place.
"When you came this afternoon, Lord Yeats, had the three rooms already been chosen?"
Yeats was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "When I came this afternoon, these were all vacant."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at a row of guest rooms in the corridor in front of him.
