Marie beamed, her light-gold eyes sparkling with excitement as she clapped her hands together once. "Then let's get going! The carriage should be waiting outside."
Reinhard adjusted the bag over his shoulder, feeling the weight settle comfortably. His gloved right hand flexed once while the Herald Mark necklace rested cool against his collarbone beneath his jacket.
Brunhilde moved to walk beside him as the group began heading toward the exit. Her heeled boots clicked against the marble floor with each step, the sound echoing off the columns.
The torn panels of her skirt fluttered with her movement, revealing glimpses of black silk stockings. She glanced at him, light blue eyes warm.
"You've been preparing." Brunhilde says softly..
"I reached 812 souls just last night." Reinhard replied quietly with a faint smile. "Mimir thinks I can push to 900 if I'm careful."
