"My Lord..."
Both Tyve and Troid spoke as they ceased pacing across the rug. Unable to bear with their anticipation, they finally confronted Lord Hendrick, who silently sitting at the corner of the couch. He clasped his hands together as he rested his elbows on his knees. His gaze lifted, meeting the eyes of the two brothers.
"Be patient." He only said before he lowered his head.
Fhorg removed his gaze from the window and watched the two brothers pestering Lord Hendrick. His eyes narrowed. "You two, stop troubling him." He chided. Hearing his scolding, Tyve and Troid silenced themselves and resorted to suppress their impatience, and they brought themselves to stand next to a wall to calm their nerves.
They have been waiting for five long minutes, and they couldn't sense anyone approaching the door. Could it be that something happened?
