Eras Sanguine, the Warden of the Blood Guardians in the city of Sylvastein, wore a deep frown on his face as a man was ushered into his office.
The space looked more like a hall than an office. Expansive, but filled with only minimalities. Bookshelves, a desk and chair at the end of the room where he sat at the head, and a comfortable couch for when he had special guests.
But no one would consider the man that just entered special. Captain Rhett, a man the entire city knew as a waste.
Yet even as Rhett swayed, looking like he could barely walk, there was no disdain in Eras' gaze as he saw him.
Eras was known by all as being insanely strict. Never one to tolerate foolishness from anyone, even if the person in question was a Blood Knight captain.
The Blood Guardians who escorted Rhett inside stood by the door, already counting the seconds it would take for Rhett to get sent out. Any moment now, they thought.
"You may leave us."
