Raylo was now the Black Stone Manor Earl, no longer the young boy who could once come and go from the Royal Palace as he pleased.
His gaze swept over the city, finally settling on the most prosperous area in South City.
Raylo leaped down from Baofeng's back, his black cloak snapping in the wind.
"Ed, arrange our accommodations and have the Knights watch over our companions."
Raylo ordered.
"Yes, my lord!"
Golden Oak Inn.
The inn's portly owner was dozing at the counter. He was startled awake by a commotion outside. Just as he poked his head out, he saw a young nobleman with an extraordinary air walk in.
"Sir, what can I get for you?"
The owner immediately put on a professional smile.
"I need a quiet, private courtyard, plus ten of your best rooms."
"My companions need a spacious place to rest."
"Ten... private courtyards..."
