The manor of House Crete was never this silent. The entire compound seemed scanty, with only a few personnels here and there tending to the environment.
Inside the fortified walls of Crete Manor, a huge gathering filled the grand hall. Towering ceilings, ornate plaster ceiling roses, and a monumental fireplace dominated the space, while servants and guards stood rigidly side by side along the walls, each bearing the emblem of a round shield upon their livery. At the center of the receiving line, the manor lord stood tall and imperious, with Harley positioned quietly but confidently at his right side. Together they prepared to welcome the wardens from the Sanctuary as the heavy doors creaked open.
The manor lord of the house of Crete, despite the family being known for having strong fighters, was quite chubby. His eyes shone with a deep greed as he watched the wardens come forth.
