Grumbling under his breath, Clint followed him through the long halls of the estate until they stopped in front of an elegant guest room. Two guards stood nearby, and Clint could hear voices and laughter from inside.
Elric turned to him before entering. "There are three guests. One of them is my sister. Your job is to bring whatever they ask, refill tea, and stand still unless spoken to. Don't talk too much. Don't mess this up."
Clint rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'm not an idiot."
When they entered, Clint was immediately hit with the scent of sweet perfume and soft laughter. Seated near the window was a woman dressed in soft lavender robes with long silver hair—clearly Elric's sister. The two other guests with her were equally elegant and well-groomed.
Clint straightened his posture, holding the tray awkwardly, but kept his head low.
"Ah, is this the one you mentioned?" Elric's sister asked with a curious smile, her eyes sliding toward Clint.
