There was again, a knock on the door, and once again, a head popped in without waiting if he was welcomed inside. He raised his brows a bit, “Many pardons, but, is there a way you can possibly direct me to .. a place to relieve myself? I tried to ask one of these mages but seems they are repelling this blasted perfume,” he wrinkled his nose and placed it to his sleeve, “Maker.. ” a breath managed to mutter out loud.
Upon raising his gaze, he looked at the older male’s smile and then the parchment; he put the pieces together and held a hand up, “I’ll just keep asking around, don’t worry about it. Sorry for the .. uh.. interruption.”
He held up his hand to signal for quiet. “No, boy, come back. The washrooms are across the walkway and down a narrow hallway on your right, but please do return here once you’ve… finished. I’ll have a reply ready for you when you return.”
Really. Now, he had done this favor for a few coins, he didn’t really think he would have to go back to that woman. Interesting enough, the messenger thought that there was some secret love affair taking place and was now in the middle of it. This would create a scandal - if anyone cared to know about it. “Hmm,” a hand came to his chin and he then pointed a finger at the First Enchanter while he rubbing the stubble. “All right, won’t take long.”
With that said, he slowly crept out from the doorway and shook his head with a goofy grin now on his face. The old man had a little lass on the side. Mages curiously looked him over as he made his way to the wash room, then turned their attention to the closed office door belonging to Orsino.