Luther's eyes widened as he spotted Daeron crouched under the table, surrounded by fallen documents. He couldn't contain his laughter, which erupted from him like a mischievous volcano. "By the gods, my lord! You've found the perfect hiding spot! I didn't know you were training to become a master of office furniture camouflage!"
Daeron emerged from his hiding spot, looking both relieved and slightly embarrassed. "Luther, what's going on? Why all the commotion?"
Luther tried to stifle his giggles, failing miserably as he recounted the chaotic scene. "Oh, my lord, you won't believe it! Young Master Damien and young Master Daemon are having the silliest fight I've ever seen! It's like a wrestling match between drunken squirrels! They're flying through walls, crashing into furniture, and creating more chaos than a stampede of wild sheep!"
Daeron's eyes widened with disbelief. "Are you serious? They're fighting in the castle? We must put a stop to this madness!"
