The next day, Herag arrived at Larry's house.
He was wearing light armor, with a longsword at his waist, looking nothing like a Wizard.
This light armor was bought for seven magic stones from the flea market; it's harder than regular armor and has some enchantments that enhance its defense against magic.
Herag planned to act as a Knight after going out; wearing a Wizard robe would be too conspicuous in the ordinary world.
"Ready?" Larry asked.
"Hmm." Herag nodded slightly.
"Follow me." Larry led Herag upstairs.
Herag had only been to the fourth floor before, never above that, so he didn't know what was up there.
Following Larry all the way up, Herag counted silently in his heart. When they reached the eleventh floor, the two stopped.
This floor was a parlor-like guest room, spacious with sofas placed all around.
Inside, there was a fireplace, next to which a wall of firewood was neatly stacked.
