His silver irises reflected the image of the blue-eyed man. Moulin blinked. His brows knitted in awkwardness. With a faint smile, he lowered his gaze. "Forgive my rudeness. I didn't know that you would become my senior."
"It is alright. It isn't something to dwell on deeply..." Rowan chuckled. As he finished, he turned to Tessley whose expression was as grim as a dying cougar. "So how may I be of assistance to you? Surely, you didn't come here to just see me."
Tessley glanced at Moulin dimly before she faced Rowan. "The Elders have delivered a task at dawn. However, the messenger could not decipher the runes to open the scroll. It is different than the other scroll tasks. I believe it may be something important..." Tessley explained as she handed the scroll to Rowan.
Rowan's expression fell slightly as he accepted the scroll from her hands. "What of the Lord?" He softened his voice as he spoke.
