"Young Master Anarion, you're back!"
The guards praised, then turned to the other pedestrians, barking, "Can't you see Young Master Anarion has returned? Get out of the way!"
The pedestrians, feeling both angry and powerless, quickly moved aside.
What surprised the guards, however, was that Anarion didn't rush inside. Instead, he bent slightly and respectfully said to a young man behind him, clad in blood-red armor, "Lord Enzo, please go in first."
Enzo shook his head.
Enzo turned to Anarion and said, "Anarion, you don't need to do this."
But Anarion clearly wouldn't listen.
Once Enzo entered the city, Anarion continued on, and it wasn't until their group had left that the dazed guards snapped back to reality and began whispering among themselves.
"Who is that young man?"
"Young Master Anarion shows him such respect. Could he be a noble from some major place?"
"Best not to pry into these matters…"
