"Wait! My lord, I-"

There was a muffled yell behind the door as Raven retreated outside with Alistair. He heard the soon to be King told him to gather his belonging, and he immediately bowed his head, before he went back to his room. He took his empty leather bag and quickly filled it with his handmade potions and antidotes. The small unbreakable glass clattered against each other in the bag, and Raven closed it to prevent any bottles falling out if the container.

He glanced over his room and took his robe. It's his only favorite robe for this long journey. Raven sighed quite a lot today, not only his explanation got interrupted, he lost his mood to talk to another people. Alistair is completely fine but, he got a problem with socializing around the castle.

He quickly casted anything that bothers his mind away, and he went to the stable.