*
"Halt!" a loud and commanding voice boomed atop the towering walls of the royal palace. "Who dares to approach the palace unannounced at this ungodly hour?"
Master Fareed looked up at the gates, a blank expression on his face. It was barely a few hours to dawn, hence why the guard was shocked to see them there.
Mr Evans sat behind him on his horse, glancing back nervously. He couldn't help but feel that they were being followed ever since they left Sana'a.
"They don't sound very welcoming, do they?" he chuckled, staring at Fareed's back as he slid off the saddle.
"Are you deaf or something?" the guard thundered, raising a crossbow. "State your business here or turn back and leave."
Fareed calmly walked forward, the reins in his hand. The guard was surprised to see him approach
