The loud nock on the door broke the silence in the vastly large house and awoke Alexandria who was resting on the couch.
"Come on in," she mumbled sleepily.
The door creaked as it opened slowly and a cloaked figure entered the house. A man with a crooked nose and black, greasy hair found his way to the living room, locating the sound of the female voice.
"Hello," he said, like a whisper, and the female on the couch jolted into a sitting position and stared with wide eyes at the man standing in the middle of the room, now fully awake.
"So you're back," she finally said dryly, after a long moment of silence between the two.
The man simply nodded as he took his seat in a large armchair, leaving some distance between them.
"How did it go? Any casualties?" she asked, trying to make a conversation, though not too happy about the topic.
"None," he answered shortly, not sure wether he should be here or not. Not quite convinced he wanted to, either.
"Good," she told him followed by a series of nods.
Silence followed. After a while Alexandria sighed and an old memory crossed her mind.