Kyle stepped out of his room just as the early morning mist lingered over the mansion's garden.
The faint aroma of dew and smoldering hearths filled the corridors. He adjusted his collar, muttering under his breath.
He initially wanted to go as himself during the herb exchange, but his common sense told him that it wouldn't be a good idea to expose himself.
So Kyle decided to disguise himself.
"Better if they don't recognize me."
With long strides, he made his way to the guard post near the east wing. A tall guard stood at attention, visibly startled when Kyle approached.
"Ah, young master. Is something the matter?"
"I need your armor,"
Kyle said calmly.
"…Pardon?"
"Armor. And helmet. I need to disguise myself before I meet someone."
The guard blinked, confused.
"Are you expecting danger?"
"Not exactly. I'd prefer to keep my identity hidden, just in case. Better safe than sorry."
He gave a faint smile.
"O-Of course. Please, use it as you see fit."
