Varenda, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydia had been called out from her garden to meet the person Hound had brought.
She had tucked her sketchbook back inside the library, she had managed to design three more pieces and her satisfaction made her eat a little more.
"Who might this be?"
Lydia asked when she reached the person Hound had brought back home. It wasn't the dressmaker like she had thought.
Her fan in hand she waited for Hound's reply, but it never came.
"I am a lampwright, Mrs Thedore, this…emm kind…very kind knight, man directed me here" the man stuttered, his eyes fixed on the floor. Too frightened to raise his head.
Hound had practically threatened him here, with his darkened gaze and expressionless face, the man had no potency to reject him. So he had followed him to the monster's lair, not without his boys as Hound had informed him it was a call for work.
