Night had made itself apparent in the corridors of Myrkzver's Castle.
Vivid torches prevented obscurity from invading shamelessly over his territory, as no hint of wind traversed the deceitful land nor his residence. Engulfing its air with baneful vibrations of the stealthily moving earth.
Retiring to his private chambers, Aslak paced leisurely with his servant in tail. Through those corridors that welcomed his stomps with submission.
"Make it so these people stay in their lodgings tonight... I don't want to deal with that man's face anymore today."
"As you wish, my Lord... Will you join the guards tonight for dinner? They seem suspicious of the men that escorted the guests here... Some witnessed how they spoke to the Archduchess when welcoming them to your territory. Hence... it wouldn't be odd if a brawl breaks out at the dining Hall tonight."
"Ha. The more reason for me not to assist. Let the men have their fun."