"Creak."
Accompanied by a grating sound that set teeth on edge, the wooden door slowly opened.
Moist and cold air, carrying a faint metallic rust scent, surged in through the door crack.
Golden shoulder-length hair, thoroughly soaked by the torrential rain, and a standard-issue short armor plate, still dripping with water, came into view.
"Sorry to disturb you."
The sheriff of Kalanfor, "Ingram," looked at the pairs of eyes gazing at him in the dining room and spoke in a deep voice.
The slightly reddened eyes gently swept over the chaotic dining table and settled on Xia Nan and Alton.
"If possible, could you two please step outside for a moment?"
The door wasn't completely closed, but slightly ajar by a quarter.
This allowed both inside and outside to generally observe each other's actions.
It just wasn't certain if sounds could be clearly heard.
