Nyala
"Seems like we should just do the deed and get it over with," his voice rang out as he stopped at the door, closing it behind him. His hands remained in his pockets as he fixed his gaze on me.
Though I wasn't entirely sure what he meant by "the deed," I hoped it wouldn't lead to a significant problem. "Master—" I started but was swiftly interrupted.
His eyes darted behind me as if he had caught me red-handed. "Care telling me what you are doing in my room and also checking my drawers?" he inquired.
I swallowed hard, debating whether to reveal my true intentions or not. Disclosing my purpose might land me in trouble, but the papers I was after could be of great use to me.
"I was..." I hesitated, searching for an excuse. "Arranging your room. It looks rather plain," I said, forcin
