Things moved on pretty quickly. Serraphi led the way, walking beside Aira while Harriet followed behind.
Rymora and Harriet made sure to put some distance between themselves and them as they quietly followed.
The hall they finally got to was bright white and elitely decorated. The walls gleamed in a way that would make anyone wonder what material was used to make them.
What was surprising for Aira was the small crowd that seemed to be waiting for her in the hall. All of them were beautifully dressed in a way that made it clear that they were from the highest class of society.
Glancing past everyone else, her gaze settled on the old man who stood right in front on the high steps with a kind face.
"He was the first messenger!" Serraphi said, informing her even as she directed her forward towards the steps.
Harriet, Rymora, and Harriet, knowing better than to follow closely beside her, all three moved to stand by the sides along with the others.
