“So this man must be kept away from the castle at all costs,” Jelies said, pointing intensely at the picture of a frail old man. She had wanted to ask what was wrong with him but the answers came even before she could voice them. “He is a lunatic. This man has a habit of coming around here and yelling out tales of demons and curses and what other stupid nonsenses,” the older guard sighed, his facial features expressing how much of a headache this man had been giving him. Eva, of course, accepted all of his words with a smile and nodded to his rants. “I understand, sir. So you want me to keep this man off the premises until the party is over?” she asked, a question so obvious that even Eva was rolling her eyes at herself. “That’s what I said! Actually, keep him off of here for the entire day. I don’t want to see that face at all,” Jelies groaned, his eyes closing in irritation.
Eva looked over the taller guard’s shoulder to take a look at the busy workers preparing to host the party. It was progressing in a wild clamor and no one, not even the servants, looked happy about it. She guessed they have been made to work with no increase in payment and whatnot. Even Jelies didn’t look any better about the whole arrangement. He seemed like he was on edge, constantly looking around him, the signs, Eva thought, of a coward. The man didn’t seem like anyone capable as opposed to what she had heard.
Eva took the photo from him, took a quick look to remember the old man’s features and gave it back, sending Jelies away with words of certainty that Eva would be able to take care of the man if she ever saw him around the gate of this noble family How hard could it be to take care of a senile old man anyway? The guards seemed to be in their place, carriages came and left, men and women poured in. The final preparation for the party was going at full speed. Eva could only stand in front of the gate and let her eyes roam around for the tiny old man.
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