The gates of Eisenburg opened before Iosif and his troops, allowing them to step forward. They were welcomed by a laid-back but confident man with shoulder-length black hair that gently swayed with the wind as the shadows of the castle rose behind him. He was wearing a long black coat adorned with small golden chains, and a simple silver sword hung from his waist, partly covered by the coat. Yet, what caught everyone's attention were those striking grey eyes, which seemed to be hiding a light shade of purple that flickered like a living entity.
Iosif's eyes lingered on the figure for a moment before he sank to his knees, and the hundreds of soldiers behind him followed suit - "Iosif greets your majesty!" - he shouted, his hands pounding his chest, causing the sound to reverberate through the walls.
"Hmm, looks like these past years have been tough on you" - Henry remarked sympathetically, looking at the disheveled beard of the man.
