Beleth looked behind him and saw castle Fenway was in the far off distance. Someone had summoned him without the help of the black book. Was it Beatrice? Was it Hella? Was it both?
"Who is in my yard?" Beleth heard the voice of young man no more than thirty years old. It was him. The knight.
The knight was dressed in trousers and his dublet. His sword was drawn and ready. This young man looked drunk. Beleth could smell the alcohol coming off of him.
"State your business. What are you doing on my land? Are you lost, sir? Surely, you must be." Lance concluded as he looked Beleth up and down.
Beleth followed his gaze ad realized he only wearing trousers. He h dno shirt on or shoes. How did he explain this to the knight? He thought quickly.
"I am a friend of Hella's" He said. "She told me of your hospitality." He hoped his lie worked.
It did when he noticed the knight lower his sword and stop circling him.
