Interrupted from eating Brom grew angry at the arrogant voice, leaving the table he made his way to the door.
With a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, Brom opened the door to greet his guest.
“How can I help you dear sir?” asked Brom.
In front of Brom stood a tall stalky man dressed in leather and plate armor, he had the look of a royal guard. Though there was no color insignia that could tell Brom which house he was from.
The guard had an arrogant face with eyes that scrutinized Brom as if he was less than a man.
“Are you Brom Dracos?”