The quiet of the night was thick around the mansion. Sir Eadric's armor clinked with each step as he paced the grand hall. Aether, caught off guard, observed him for a moment, watching the way the Head's shadow shifted in the flickering light. He frowned, curious
"Sleepwalking?" Sir Eadric's voice came out in a mixture of shock and amusement as he turned to Aether.
Aether's brow furrowed, taking in Eadric's unchanging armor, still shining from the evening's gathering. "It's nearly midnight… why is he still in full armor?" he wondered, eyes narrowing as Sir Eadric approached him. He let the thought linger in the back of his mind before giving a small nod in response.
