The Inspector was wreathed in white and gold, a pair of gold pauldrons embroidered with white marble hanging from his shoulders as thick, white leather robes fell in a stream down his body. There were a pair of wings of white at his back, looped with chains of gold and carrying thick golden ring piercings along their length.
It looked far more like an angel was descending from above than the guard of a mere merchant guild—especially when he had a golden tome in one hand and a heavy chain in the other.
Sylas' eyes, though seemingly having finally regained focus from what he was doing, were focused on the wings.
'… Interesting.'
The thought was fleeting before Sylas felt the gaze of the Inspector land on him. Then, the gaze of the man shifted to just above Sylas' head as though he were reading something.
The Inspector raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.
