Corvus held up his hand, silencing the returned party just before they got their chance to ask their burning questions, Erik was left with his mouth hanging open in the middle of forming his sentence.
The cloaked Lord titled his head to the side, almost like he was listening to something whispering in his ear, before letting out an annoyed grumble and turning his attention back to the gathered members of his group.
"Not here. We need somewhere with less ears. I'll send someone for the rescued civilians, the rest of you come with me. Oh, and you too."
He pointed to Ophelia, which garnered a few odd looks from the group, but he simply ignored them as he turned on his heels and headed inside. The Dragon was the first to follow, almost seeming like a loyal partner, if not for the annoyed expression on her face. But that simply spawned even more fantasies, mainly revolving around the word 'Tsundere.'
