CHAPTER 18
By the time they had reached the guard headquarters, Longinus finally felt in character. He found himself very taken by his new moustache, twirling its tips between his fingers. This was going to be one of his character’s tics.
He glanced back over his shoulder to ensure Rory was still out of sight, and he did his best to put her out of his mind. He had to stay in character now, no distractions. Too much was at stake. He walked up to the guard headquarters with the kind of confident swagger that came with wealth.
Although not very large, the building was one of the more impressive in Damsport. Over time it had become an amalgamation of dome-topped turrets, cupolas, and spires, each part reflecting the style of the marquess or marchioness of the time, so that the result was an
