Kael had expected a cell.
After all, when half a dozen armored guards arrived at your inn room and escorted you without answering questions, there were only so many outcomes you could predict. A prison. A courtroom. Maybe even a silent back alley with a shovel already waiting in the mud.
He did not expect to be brought to a mansion.
"This isn't a holding facility," Kael muttered under his breath as the heavy gate opened.
"No," Officer Marrek replied. "It's the mayor's estate."
What the hell is going on...?
They passed through a corridor of tiled flooring and into a wide receiving chamber with high windows and sunlight pouring across polished wooden furniture. There was nothing grandiose—no velvet, no golden statues—but everything was well-crafted and well-maintained.
Kael stood waiting.
Then the door opened.
