The attendant was a sharp young lad. The moment he heard "Master Barnaby," his eyes brightened, and he respectfully pointed the way.
"The Master is in the high-level suite on the third floor—the easternmost one with the balcony."
Raylo thanked him and headed straight upstairs.
The third-floor hallway was lined with a thick carpet, making his steps completely silent.
Raylo arrived at the easternmost door, where the name "Barnaby" was indeed engraved on the nameplate.
He adjusted his collar and knocked softly on the door.
"Come in."
A resonant voice called from inside the room.
Raylo pushed the door open. The room was elegantly furnished, and a peculiar scent hung in the air—a faint mixture of herbs and Magic.
A middle-aged man in a simple gray Mage Robe sat behind a desk. A heavy tome lay open before him, and a monocle was perched on his nose.
'This must be Master Barnaby.'
"Master Barnaby, good morning."
Raylo bowed slightly.
