Archduke's tent was at the exact center of the camping area. It was the most secure place if they somehow ended up getting attacked in the middle of the night.
From the outside, it was a simple, charcoal-grey heavy cloth, with no special markings. The bland state offered no hint of its owner's status.
However, with just one step inside, Xion felt the heat rushing to his face. It must be the work of Magic. How convenient!
Like any other human from Earth, Xion was immensely interested in magic. Yet he could not spare extra brain cells to learn it!
How could he when he had to protect his dignity and fragile life first?
A subconscious sigh of comfort left his rosy lips without his permission.
He removed his shoes just like Darius before stepping on the plush dark-purple carpet that lined the floor. If it was not for the lantern casting a soft glow over the carpet, Xion might have mistaken the color for black.