The middle aged man sat in his chamber like he always did whenever he felt like spending some alone time.
He puffed at the tobacco pipe his hand with his body buried deep into a comfortable sofa and his right leg hung over an arm of the sofa. He was busy enjoying the moment when two familiar persons stepped into the chamber.
"Have you two got no manners, anymore?" The middle aged man snorted without even glancing in the direction of the two that had barged in on him.
The two men, Jerry and Luke bowed their heads as a sign of apology.
"Forgive us, Sire," Jerry was the one who began. "We have come with shocking news that made us forget our manners."
"And what shocking news is that, that would bring you fools to me?" The middle aged man asked. His focus was solely on the pipe that rested between two of his fingers.
"It's about the great lord, Cecil," Luke replied.
