*
Mr Evans rode past Maimuna as she exited the mansion without paying the slightest attention to her. The guards had left the gates open as they saw him approaching, and they bowed their heads slightly when he passed.
The mansion looked just like it always did; cold and depressing. The last time he had been here, he had asked Fareed why the place couldn't be livened up a bit to make it seem less like a soulless void of darkness and more like an actual home where people lived. Fareed had simply glared at him long enough for the silence to answer his question.
Reining in his horse right at the doorstep of the main house, Mr Evans leapt out of the saddle and handed the reins to the nearest slave who ran up to him. "Where is your master?" he asked, ignoring the way the young lad gawked at
