"My Lord!" Alberto yells as he drops to one knee, greeting the red haired man.
The red haired man taps Alberto's shoulder lightly with a soft smile plastered on his face, "stand up, Alberto."
Alberto stands, his head low but his smile wide, "I have polished your armour and your gauntlets my lord."
"That's good, Alberto. Now, come take a seat beside these men. We were having a very nice conversation." George flicks his finger, pointing at the men sitting on the wooden chair.
They're all dressed in the pants of their uniforms, and white singlets. One with a three dotted tattoo on his right cheek hangs the shirt of his uniform on his shoulder.
"Ah! I would love to My Lord. But this gentleman by the name of Blank has been enlisted to our troop." Alberto points at me.
George's crimson eyes briefly scan me, and his gaze fixates on my red robe for a while. I nod, and wave at him. He nods back, and turns to look at Alberto.
