"Patriarch! Patriarch!" A shriek echoed out in the Graeogor family residence as a guard wearing basic armour engraved with the family's crest rushed up to a white-haired man. A furrow stretched across the man's face as he was deeply engrossed in reading a scripture. His face turned up, the furrow morphing into a frown before he cursed.
"Argh, dammit! How many times must I tell you not to yell when reporting news? I can hear you just fine when you speak normally!" Artorias groaned, his fingers curling into fists as he suppressed the rage stirring inside.
"Forgive me, my lord!" the guard sputtered, bowing low under the weight of his irritation before blurting, "It's just that…the young master…Aurelian…he's back!"
"About damned time," Artorias muttered, his face lighting up, the scowl fading.
"Where was he again?" Artorias growled, regaining composure, then snapped his fingers mid-thought. "Never mind. Where is he now?"
