"So cautious, arranging eight guards."
Durant thought to himself, then waved his hand.
Five knights followed in his footsteps, silently climbing the stairs.
The old wooden floorboards made no sound underfoot, a testament to a high knight's control over their strength.
The corridor on the second floor was dim and quiet, the oil lamps on the walls extinguished.
Durant moved through the corridor without obstruction, arriving at the door of the room at the very end.
He drew a dagger, inserted it into the door gap, and slowly moved it upward, inch by inch lifting the door latch.
Durant nodded slightly in signal, and the plump knight reached out and gently pushed the door open.
The room was in complete darkness.
Vaguely visible on the bed was a human figure, the fur blanket slightly raised, appearing to be the room's owner in deep sleep.
Durant frowned slightly, sniffing the air, sensing something amiss.
