Ang's direct visit differed from the formal etiquette of a noble call. He had not sent a calling card in advance, nor had he even made a simple appointment. Standing before the repaired gate of Donna's home, he could sense its splendor and solemnity. The faint magic array he remembered on the gate was now even more eye-catching. Rather than politely knocking as was customary, he chose to shout loudly, trying to draw the attention of those inside.
"Donna! Donna!" Ang's voice echoed before the gate, carrying a note of urgency. After calling several times, he finally heard footsteps from within. The door slowly opened, and a woman in servant's attire poked her head out, her eyes filled with curiosity and wariness. She looked Ang over from head to toe, clearly puzzled by this visitor who obviously did not belong to the nobility, yet she did not immediately drive him away. Ang did not possess the plain air of a commoner, but he was also somewhat removed from the bearing of a noble, which only made the servant more confused.
The servant said softly to Ang, "Please wait a moment. I'll inform Miss." With that, she turned and hurried away down the long corridor. Ang stood at the entrance, feeling somewhat uneasy, worried that his rashness might cause trouble for Donna.
Before long, Donna came over, curiosity and surprise in her eyes. Dressed elegantly, she approached Ang and asked gently, "Ang, is that you?" Her gaze held the delight of recognizing an old friend.
Ang nodded and answered with a smile, "It's me, Donna. I heard that your family had gone through some changes recently, so I came to take a look."
Donna relaxed, motioned for the servant to step aside, and personally welcomed Ang in. She led him through