Lord in distress

The one who greeted them is obviously the butler of the household. He’s probably taller than Ken by two inches. He was clearly trained properly and for his old age his posture was straight. His suppressed bulking chest made it clear that he’s trained well despite his age.

“Forgive us for unruly greetings. Our lord has been prudent on choosing adventurers to take the job. Previous people that who took the job has been slain by the beasts in the Berningham forest. We would like to avoid any unnecessary deaths as much as possible.”

Alastor nodded. “We understand your queries but your test is quite easy for us. You need to better than that.”

“Is that so?” He asked. It was more of a challenge and question of his authenticity. “I hope your actions won’t remain as simple words. It will be disappointing otherwise.”

Linda intercepted, “Don’t worry, we’ll do our best. We’re not any like other adventurers.” She confidently replied.

“Very well then.” He spoke. “Follow me.”