Chương 305: Circular Logic

Tycondrius hefted his bag over his shoulder. The weight of it was a unique comfort, as he would utilize most of the items inside, hopefully within the next few bells. Tycon knocked the bottom end of his halberd against the double doors of the Vanzano estate. 

A young footman answered the door, a handsome, blonde fellow, wearing the clean black attire of a uniformed servant. He wore no armor or tabard, but the stylized Vanzano lightning bolt was sewn into his clothing. 

The young man bowed politely, "Good afternoon, sirs. I must apologize. The Lord and Lady are not present, today. Please return--"

Tycon shoved the man out of the way, knocking him to the floor, "Don't care."

He strode into the spacious manor. It was worse than he had expected.