Horace scanned the halls as he walked, holding the tray of tea. Trying to find where Oskar was was like finding a needle in a haystack. He had a rough idea where high-ranking visitors were kept, but walking into random ways was a surefire way to get himself killed.
Guards stood outside many of the rooms. If finding Oskar was a hard task, all he could do was use his surroundings to narrow down the options. Looking at the guards, it wasn't obvious if they belonged to the Royal family or a random noble, but there were signs. Some had different postures, showing the difference in their training. The armour differed, some having exceptionally high quality and others standard plated armour.
Horace watched them. The best quality armour could only be for the royal family or the Laskas, which narrowed things down, but it was not enough. The guards watched him like hawks. This was the lion's den right now. One wrong move and he was gone. It was a risk to even see Oskar.
