Wade slowed as he approached the mansion gate, careful not to look threatening. After all, this was night, not day.
Two guards stood at the gate, both dressed in dark blue livery, but Wade was sure they were the only visible guards. There had to be others right out of sight.
However, the two visible guards stood tall. Their armor was finely made, polished and well-maintained. Anyone who saw them would immediately know they were not city guards, but trained house soldiers.
One of them stepped forward, his halberd angled slightly towards Wade's chest. "Halt. State your name and business."
"Wade Barrett," he said, raising his hands in a gesture to show he meant no harm. "I'm here to see Viscount Fairchild."
The guards exchanged a glance.
The one who'd spoken looked Wade over again, eyeing his plain clothes, the pauldrons on his shoulders, and the faint scuff marks on his boots.
