"Where did you just go?"
When Renato opened the gate, he saw Tristana waiting in the courtyard.
She held her Serpent-Head Whip, her white hair somewhat disheveled. The door to the tower in the middle of the courtyard stood open too. Clearly, the female drow had been waiting there for a while.
"Didn't you give me the key?" Renato raised an eyebrow and closed the gate behind him. "I thought this was my residence. Turns out there are two keys to this courtyard."
Tristana seemed furious. She stood, her expression irritable.
"Of course this is your residence! But giving you a key doesn't mean I gave you permission to go out whenever you please!" The female drow's voice rose steadily. "What did I tell you yesterday? To wait here for me. And in less than half a day, you were gone..."
Perhaps drow nobles didn't consider barging into someone else's residence offensive. Renato leaned against the gate and listened to her accusations without a ripple of emotion.
"Tristana." He interrupted the young cleric's tirade. "Have you asked your mother? Are there any mages in Samoriel City who can set up a Teleportation Circle?"
The priestess, who had been seething and growing louder by the moment, suddenly seemed to stall. She opened her mouth and stammered:
"My mother is rather busy right now. She has a lot of family affairs to deal with... The Teleportation Circle will have to wait."
"Besides, that bitch Fyvree seized all my holdings in the city. I have to take back what belongs to me. Otherwise, even my mother's word won't help. Commissioning an archmage costs a lot of gold."
Tristana seemed to have settled on her excuse. Her words flowed more smoothly, and confidence returned to her voice.
"That's right. I'm doing this for you