It was two nights later that Sylene found himself standing before a big door. A very familiar door—one he passed every morning but never had any intention of stepping through. Zirron had renovated their neighbor's house into a beautiful one.
They saw the former neighbor leaving when Zirron moved in; the man flaunted a bag of cash with a very happy smile. Word had it the family returned to their hometown in another city, happily, shortly after Zirron's sudden arrival.
The door was the heavy kind, made of real wood and secured with a metal lock—not that it would be a problem for Sylene if he had to break it down in case the noble ever hurt Mavis. So after dinner, and after watching Mavis doze off in bed from a long day, Sylene slipped away to Zirron's place.
