By the time Percy found Rhane after running around half of the rooms in the inner mansion which wasn't a quarter of the entire estate the young man was already out of breath, his inner shirt drenched in sweat and his hair stuck to his face, yet he didn't find Rhane.
Rhane actually found him, picking up the shoe that Percy left behind in his futile search. Rhane waved it in the air.
"You don't litter around here, Percy." He threw the shoe that landed on Percy's head.
The young man grimaced, but not a word of complaint crossed his lips, neither a look of protest. With the look of things, Rhane could run Percy with a bulldozer and he'd thank him for it.
"Rhane... Our mistress, she's in trouble. We have to leave right now!" Percy's words came out rushed as he was still catching his breath and scrambling with the clothes.
Rhane furrowed his brows, a line forming between his forehead. "What kind of trouble do you speak of, Percy?" he drawled, his voice slightly deeper than normal.
