Sir Hewlett Stone was very unhappy. He returned to his quarters exhausted from the long day. While there were a few lights in the housing park, there wasn't a lot of light spread everywhere. Putting his key in the lock and then turning the door accomplished nothing.
He spent the better part of the night searching for a mattock and then another part, pounding the stone concrete from his door frame. Even worse the entire area hated the pounding noise and threw things at him.
Sir! Sir Hewlett Stone. He was a knighted individual, no useless rabble had right to harass him in this manner. When he yelled back others threw things from the darkness and he had been unable to identify anyone.
Having slept for a few dozen minuets it was understandable that he was irritable in the meeting. He was not late as he could not be late as that was unknightly.
