Andria's POV
"Have you seen the middle-aged woman who's new here?" I asked the lady at the reception.
"I don't know who you are talking about. Did she give you a name?"
I was stunned for a while. I knew her name was Eskareth, but I wasn't so sure that was what she bore here.
"I think her name is…
"Diane," Lady Eskareth answered from behind me, cutting me off.
Relief washed over me as I rushed towards her. "I think there's an emergency needing only your attention."
I noticed the lady at the reception staring at us with so much interest. I'm sure Lady Eskareth noticed that too and drew me to a corner.
"What's that about?..." She paused, then studied me. "Oh, I see, someone is in danger. Hold on," she said, turning away from the corridor.
I sat down there and waited just for a few minutes before she returned. She had a bag with her this time. "Let's go," she said, gesturing for me to lead the way.
