“Could you arrange a carriage instead? Thanks”

"How soon do you need it?"

"Now!"

"Very well, I shall see to it." Friedrick nodded, quickly departing from Liaena and Marshal's company to disappear away in the opposite corridor. Walking through a series of rooms on the second floor, Friedrick approached the doorway to the balcony; only pausing to grab a flare gun that was hidden behind the drapery by the windows; before exiting the room and walking onto the snow covered balcony.

Receiving an odd stare from the Night Elven watcher who already stood on the balcony as he stepped out on it, the butler simply gave her a friendly smile in return while walking over to the balustrade. Cocking the gun, he aimed it to the sky to fire out a purple flare much to the bewilderment of the spectating watcher.

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Leaning against his carriage was a shorter, slightly well-rounded gentleman by the name of Ragnold Butterbee, wearing a black fur cloak and a big tophat over his ginger hair. Rubbing his gloves together, he cast the surrounding street a disappointed look, all the nobles and rich people of the district apparently having chosen the day to walk and be sporty..

"Damn health trends... " He muttered to himself, brumming audibly to himself. But that was when he saw a glimpse of what could only look like a mid-day firework display further away in the district, which gained the carriage driver's attention. At first he looked merely confused, curious about who'd shoot up fireworks in the middle of the day. But when his brain finally arrived to the only logical conclusion, his eyes shot wide open in amazement!

"By all the shits that are holy, Sharon is actually gonna pay for a ride?!" The man muttered, sounding utterly shocked! But the surprise only lasted a few moments, before Ragnold had jumped onto the front seat of his carriage, and flailed his lash through the air to get the two black horses pulling his carriage to move! The carriage immediately started moving as the horses woke to life, the wheels spitting snow to either side of the street as he raced towards the front entrance of Sharon's mansion a few blocks down!

Upon arriving at the front entrance to Sharon's house, he braked violently; both the carriage and the horses sliding a couple of meters through the snow until he and the carriage finally stopped directly outside of the fenced entrance to Sharon.

"Anyone want a ride?" Ragnold inquired as he looked towards the entrance, tipping his hat. But despite his offering, he ended up receiving nothing but a filthy stare from the Night Elf at the gate. Nor did the watchers scattered across the roof seem any happier about his arrival, with no less than three arrows currently trained at him.