“Wait here,” the man said. He made his way to a table where several armored men sat. They hadn’t waited long before the man returned and directed them to the table. As they approached, one of the men stood up to greet them.
His plate armor was a deep onyx color. It was also covered in dents and scrapes. Aramis thought he could see spots of blood as well. The man’s face was a dark tan color, and his hair was almost as dark as his armor. He smiled as they approached the table.
“Thank you for meeting with me. I hope this will not delay you too much?”
Everything about the man exuded a sense of dignity and humility. His bearing was that of a strong leader, but his voice was soft. The man almost reminded him of his father.
“It’s no trouble,” Aramis replied. “We do have pressing business, but
