After leaving his daughter's room, Caylus' gaze hardened, switching from his fatherly demeanor to one befitting a chief knight.
He left the servant's quarters and moved to the back of the main building, where he was greeted by a gnarly sight.
Lord Darell came out of the back door, his hands covered in blood. He slung his coat over his shoulders and began washing his hands as a servant poured water on them.
Then he waved over one of the knights. The young man picked up the pace, already nervous at the sight of all the blood.
"Get me Rusty, tell him to be quick," Darell said before putting on his coat.
Caylus frowned. 'What the hell is he getting involved in this time?'
Then his eyes caught movement at the manor door. Immediately, he pulled out his sword, about to lunge into action, when he realized who it was.
It was Kaeri, the elf girl Darell had gotten some time back.
"What happened to her?"
