"How can I help you?"
A weathered middle age woman greeted the two men in front of the door of her house reverently. She knew just from their appearance that they were people of importance. People she dared not offend. The two men held themselves with pride, their clothes were made from the best material. The swords they carried were no doubt crafted by the most skillful master.
Among the two men, the man in gray asked, "Is someone living with you, madam?"
The weathered woman quickly shook her head. "No, sir. No one is living with me. My husband was long gone. Lost his life fighting in some scramble."
"You're living alone in such a huge place yourself?" the man in gray asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
