Upon receiving Zayden's message, Soren had already arranged for a carriage to be sent, though the weather made travelling difficult.
"Sir, the carriage is ready," the coachman said, bowing in front of Zayden.
Both master and servant were dressed in heavy jackets, mufflers wrapped snugly around their necks, slightly covering their mouths. They stood at the entrance of the inn, unwilling to stay inside any longer due to the owner's talkative nature.
Ren had always despised people who spoke too much.
As for Zayden, he disliked anyone who uttered nonsense just to gain his attention.
"Shall we go?" the General asked, turning toward his servant with a bright smile.
Ren nodded, stepping forward to open the carriage door first—but Zayden's hand suddenly caught his wrist, stopping him.
The servant blinked, tilting his head to the side in confusion, unsure of what his lord intended to do.
