Thud, thud, thud.
Butler Emon knocked on the massive oak door in front of him and reported, "Sir, Count Morrison requests an audience."
"Let him in," Colin's voice came from inside the room.
"Yes." Emon pushed open the door, bowed to Count Morrison, and gestured, "Count, please."
Count Morrison gave a faint smile to Emon and then proudly walked into the study.
"Count Morrison, welcome to the Red Fortress!" Colin warmly greeted him and shook hands with the Count energetically.
"Viscount Angler, thank you for your hospitality, I hope my arrival hasn't caused too much trouble for you."
The Count Morrison appeared to be under twenty years old, slightly younger than Colin. Although he tried to put on an air of maturity and sophistication with a purposefully grown beard, the youthful innocence still showed up in his gestures.
"No trouble at all. It's an honor to have you in Ice Rock City. As for the late venerable Count, I have always held him in high regard!"
