Ulrich was trying to put out a fire that had already spread beyond his control.
Just as Sylas was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door.
"Lord, are you in?"
"I am. Come in."
With permission granted, Toby and Max entered the room. Seeing the two still dressed in casual attire, Sylas burst into laughter.
"Did Ulrich tell you not to move around, too?"
"At least he said it politely... in words," Toby chuckled bitterly as he dropped into a chair. While Ulrich's words had been courteous, the force behind them was unmistakable.
"So, I take it you don't know what's happening outside?" Sylas asked.
"I do," Max interjected.
"You? How?" Sylas asked, surprised.
"I took a walk around early this morning. But on my way back, I ran into young Lord Ulrich. His expression was scarier than any demon," Max shuddered at the memory. Ulrich, who was usually so composed, had clearly been pushed to his limits.
