Inside Zebulun's manor.
A soldier clad in armor knocked at a locked wooden door.
"My Lord!" He said it with a raised voice. His lord had partied last night with women and those who were attracted by his title and shining future.
After filling his stomach with wine, he was so deep into slumber that the sound of the horn could not startle him out of the land of dreams.
The soldier had been knocking for a while but received no response.
Another appeared in the hallway. "The manor has been invaded; break those doors!"
The soldier went back and slammed the door with all his might.
Boom!
The lock broke and he staggered into the room and found his lord sleeping with his limbs stretched out.
His mouth was slightly open as he snored. The sound of the door being broken down made him jolt and sit up.
"My Lord, the manor is taken."
