For a full week, Zirron hadn't shown up at their door.
In his place, a quiet but consistent routine took hold. A guard always stood nearby, and every evening, one of Zirron's subordinates—his secretary—delivered fresh meat to the doorstep. The man appeared young and serious, the sharp lines of his face framed by neat glasses that gave him a cold, distant air. Yet despite his austere appearance, surprisingly his voice always came warm and courteous.
"Sir Sylene, this is the meat Master Zirron prepared for today. I hope you enjoy dinner with Madam Hilda and Young Master Mavis."
Sylene accepted the bundle with a puzzled glance. The man looked like someone carved from stone, but his tone said otherwise. "Uhm… thank you, Sir Siemens."
"You're welcome. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. I'd be happy to help." The man gave him a thumbs up.
