In under a minute, when we moved forward again, the two pikemen crossed their long pikes barring our entry. The older of the two, a mountain of a man in his forties said, “State your reason for entry.”
Scratch stepped forward, all business like with his hand on his sword hilt, “We are here at the High Lord’s invitation to take an escort contract.”
Julie gave me a glance, we could see that the sergeant’s words had impressed the two men. Both of their stern faces melted.
“I don’t recognize the livery,” the younger guard stated, conversationally.
“The Lady of Truth’s special detachment, commanded by Lord Solon,” Scratch answered, extending an arm to point at me. “We call ourselves The Wolves.”
Obviously, believing the sergeant, the older guard tilted his head at me and lifted his polearm. “You may pass. Good day to you my lord.”
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Our guide led us by a few oak doors, the servants followed behind us with our backpacks. Each door looked impressively thick with black iron hinges and reinforced flashings that edged the wood. Only the first door had a plaque over it, and that was labeled Commander.
“This is the visitor’s quarters,” the elderly attendant declared, unlocking the fortified door. “Lady Derwen even stayed here once.”
“Only once, that’s not a good sign is it?” I thought.
He entered the dark room and bowed, while holding the door open. Julie walked right in. I sighed and followed, not expecting much from the accommodations. The doorway provided the only illumination for the quarters.
“Nice,” Julie commented, before it registered how well appointed the guest room looked, even in the darkness.
Both servants followed us into the room, immediately lighting various wall lamps, which removed the shadows to reveal two other side rooms off the back wall.
“Lady Derwen purchased all these items, writing desk, dinner table and chairs. The paintings…” the attendant tried to