‘Do you know who I am?!’ The words reached Darius’s ears the moment he set foot in the corridor. He closed his eyes, almost certain of what to expect. With a slight hesitation, he looked in the direction from which they had come. A short distance away stood a man who was not particularly tall, even for a halfling, dressed from head to toe in patterned, cream-coloured satin and wearing so much jewellery that it would have been enough to lavishly adorn at least a few people. It looked somewhat comical as he angrily wagged his finger at a burly, heavily armoured man in plate armour. Clearly, his ego prevented him from seeing the problem, or perhaps he was simply so accustomed to giving orders that it didn’t occur to him that anyone might disobey him. Furthermore, it seemed he had completely failed to recognise the insignia of the Royal Guard, or if he had, he had simply ignored them. ‘I am Oswald Burtch! I serve the noble House of Murphy, as my father did before me, and my grandfather, and my great-grandfather! How dare you stop me?! I’ll have you flogged!’ Bleist almost burst out laughing. Someone here doesn’t realise they’ll most likely end up in the stocks themselves. ‘Take me to the commander!’ he shrieked in a high-pitched voice.
The Guards just exchanged glances and decided that ignoring the intruder would be the best tactic. It wasn’t particularly difficult either; all they had to do was look ahead, not at their feet. However, the halfling wouldn’t give up, shouting ever louder and at least an octave higher.
‘What's going on here?’ Rex quickly made his way over to the commotion.
‘We explained… to the honourable gentleman that the colonel is busy and does not receive visitors, Corporal.’ One of the heavily armed men spoke up, and Darius recognised the voice of Harven Gut’tan. ‘However… he refuses to accept this.’ The highly diplomatic reply infuriated the halfling even more.
‘I am a chamberlain at Governor Murphy’s court! How dare you treat me with such contempt!’ Burtch emphasised his indignation
