Footsteps haunted the castle, loud and curious footsteps. Dave rolled his shielded eyes, about to silence the obnoxious intruder. Starting to step outside, he realized the owner and stepped back.
"Godamn, Egbert, could you be any more rambunctious?" he retorted, a smirk tugging at his lips. The robed man puffed out his cheeks and allowed himself inside. "Jeez, Dave, I thought I'd get more praise with this whole Heir title." John beamed.
The Knight plopped down on one of his many chairs and lazily hung his limbs everywhere. "What has you coming to visit me this time?" Dave asked with mock interest. John's face suddenly turned serious, it was a face expression Dave had never seen on the Heir. Strange.
John pulled out several jumbled parchment papers. "There's been witch activity nearby." Dave's crimson orbs widened. Witches…
"I want you to catch and kill them for me, after all, it is against the lords will." he said seriously. Dave grabbed the information and dashed down the corridor, his heavy armor clanking and his scarlet cape trailing behind him.