A faint smile curves Raelor's lips as he closes the main gate through which he entered.
«One last suitor just showed up at the very last moment. After all, you've already received more than fifty today — what difference could one more possibly make?»
«The one before almost got roasted alive, and now I'm even more on edge than I was with that stupid satyr — that's the difference it makes! Anyway, fine, let him in. And this time he'd better really be the last one,» Eliss grumbles resignedly, without the slightest expectation or interest.
As soon as she finishes speaking, Raelor gives a light knock with his knuckles on the massive front gate, which immediately begins to open with agonizing slowness.
«He's struggling like hell just to open a damn gate. Pathetic…» Eliss mutters under her breath, throwing her arms wide in irritation.
But when the gate opens just enough to leave a narrow gap — wide enough for whoever is pushing it to slip inside —
