As the door creaked open, Varick strode in, and the men within all lowered their heads. Just as he crossed halfway through the room, the men began to trickle out the door, murmuring to themselves. Matters were addressed, and when Sir Varick entered with half a smile on his face, it meant some dreadful news was going to be shared, and not one of them wanted to be caught in the storm.
When the last man left, Varick stood before the desk, and the eerie look on his face was instantly replaced with surprise.
Golden eyes are slightly curved while twiddling with a thin folded paper in between his fingers. A relaxed aura surrounded the man despite being garbed and handsomely noble, sitting back as though there was nothing in the world that could disturb him. Varick felt a bit guilty but cleared his throat to catch the High Lord's attention.
Lord Hercullio's eyes sharpened, and the warm look on his face disintegrated. His gaze lifted.
