Mycalas sighed, in his purple frock coat, observing the getaway hooded mister he had just been engaging in a conversation. He shook his hands slightly, the little pouch in one hand jingling to the sound of metal.
Gold, the payment for the intercept of the journey to the Mayuri Noble House. Over a few days back, he had been summoned to a meeting by the lady, Lady Samantha, who had promptly dismissed them, retiring them from service.
He, of all of the Principals who had served in the courts of Sir Ade, had taken the matter with barely an emotion, as he remembered. So much that even Edgar and the others accused him of being too quiet.
A no-no sense man he was, even Sir Ade knew that. The very reason why he had promptly had him appointed as an officer. Agreed, he had screamed his shock jus
