Aden crouched behind the hedge with calm and controlled breaths. The cold wind blew harder and risked his silver hair flowing backwards and potentially exposing his location.
He found a small rope in the bushes and tied his hair in a bun.
'Ain't no way I'm cutting my hair,' he decided.
He closed his eyes once more to confirm the position of the Essence and sketched idly on the ground as he received the mental image.
"It's in the North wing of this damned house. Two floors above what looks like a wine cellar."
Placing a branch between his lips, he headed in that direction in effortlessly silent steps. He passed by a few guards who has already began showing signs of intoxication.
'Who drinks on the job? Fools, that's who.'
Bypassing their weak defenses, Aden stopped in front of another large fence.
'How many fences does this place have? It's not like anyone's going to steal anything.'
A dissapointed sigh left his lips as he brushes his palms against the smooth wall.
