The hallway seemed to be parallel to the one he was in before meeting up with Anna and as he lurked around he could see a couple guards patrolling the area cautiously. 
                          
His eyes shone red for a split second before he darted across the hallways, the guards didn't notice him and even if they did they never gave chase, most likely due to the formal wear he adorned for the special occasion, just another young noble on and about in such heavy times. 
                          
Finally he came across a window that after descending would lead him to the last remaining area to escape from, it seemed like they had caught onto his intrusion quite well infact. 
                          
"Been getting reports around," Said a red coat in straight standing, his mumblings were caught on by Miguel as he silently hid around the corner of the hallway just out of sight. "Fellow's just sitting in his shop, no associates, no nothin'." He remarked to another guard most likely. 
                          
Miguel's thoughts were confirmed by a hearty chuckle the guard gave, as he peeked around the corner to witness the guard nudging him with his elbow. 
                          
  "Doesn't mean much, just means he isn't getting any." 
                          
The other red coat chuckled, walking away to another area after some time. 
                          
Miguel instantly felt a bitter sense in his mouth, his instincts were warning him most likely. 
                          
Walking further along the hallway he noticed absentmindedly the lavish decorations and curlicues that dotted the walls, paintings hung about and the floor garnered with carpet a shade or two too red. 
                          
He felt himself shudder, it was all too superflous in times like these when a natural crisis was on about. 
                          
Stopping just before the last hurdle that remained he noticed muffled voices from the door leading to a nearby chamber, and as he put his ears to it he could feel the tension brewing. 
                          
  "You can't be seriously telling me this! I thought you told Virgil to keep a low profile?" 
                          
He heard the voice remark in rage, the mention of Virgil crept into his ears and kept him intrigued. 
                          
"I did!" The other voice responded in disbelief, "And if it's any consolation, you told him to do likewise! Don't think this isn't the only city in Reggasia where spies don't exist!" 
                          
The previous aggressive man's voice slightly quivered as if he was in a rush of fear and panic. "I do, but-" he started only to get cut off. 
                          
Miguel's lips curled downwards into a frown as he heard a tight slap rumble even past the door into his ear. 
                          
  "What the hell did you do that for?! I was just explaining the situation to our friend here!" 
                          
Miguel frowned once more, a bit more heavily this time around as he heard the shuffle of boots colliding aggressively against the floor inside the room and as he stepped away, hiding once more, the door flung open with a wooden creak revealing two men. 
                          
The first man was far older than the other, wearing a top hat that concealed almost all strands of his brown hair and a dark brown scarf tucked around his neck with his suit, an insignia of an inverted blue cross, his skin was a fair mixture and quite healthy for one his age, his eyes glossy green. 
                          
The other man was a stocky one, with a puffed up face and slightly red cheeks, or rather just one red cheek. 
                          
His attire constituted of a rather fashionably similar suit to the other gentleman, differing from his presumable senior in the sense that the ambiguity within the belt tuckel, mismatched heights of his shirt and pant and among other things made it seem as though he wore it all directly ontop of his pyjamas.