*AMELIA*
Tiptoeing out of the manor and avoiding everyone in sight, I made my way to the guard's quarters a wing mile from the Manor.
Due to Jones's no night guarding policy for the guard's quarters, I easily made it to his room.
I knocked on the door as quietly as I could manage and waited for him to respond. That didn't take long either, the door opened, and hastily walked in to avoid being seen in such a dump like this.
"When will you get a better house?" I scoffed rolling my eyes, his room was even punier than I remembered. It only had a reading table situated at the end of the room, his small uncomfortable bed, and his blankly painted walls.
"Last time we had a conversation, it was clear you didn't want to see me. Why are you here?" He asked, clearly ignoring my comment.
"Don't
