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Lucian heard the armor before the lights from the lanturn danced across the doorway. It was a clanking and clattering uncharacteristic of Dwarfen armor, for Dwarfen armor did not sound as hollow as this armor did. In addition to that Lucian had seen the Dwarfs walk around with no lanturn at all with how much comfort they had in the darkness. A lifetime underneath the earth giving them vision even when there is no light dancing upon the walls.
Lucian was already moving with an oddly carved stone in hand. Remembering what the scouts had shown the Knight Lucian gently placed the piece of masonry into the slot that allowed him to look outside. He got an odd sensation as he could barely comprehend how something so odd looking could so easily fit into the place it went into.
He would have trouble finding the hole again he realized. That was just the cost of keeping the place secure.
Looking back over Lucian saw the Ducal Prince standing in the doorway. Gillot appeared not to have any weapons on hand or on his hip, simply the lanturn that was lit with a soft flame held within the hands. He did wear the armor, in fact the same armor that he wore when fighting against the undead at Karak Ziflin, though vastly improved by a legion of Dwarfen Artisans.
Lucian lowered his head to the Prince as was custom, “Prince Gillot.”
Light danced across the room as Lucian kept his head towards the ground. He had seen the searching hands of a peasant a many of times, it was no different between what was happening now that a Nobleman held the lantern.
“Raise your head.” The Nobleman said as the light stopped moving.
Lucian did as he was told with a gaze quickly settling on the visage of the one who followed him across a large part of the known world. He could tell in that second the hesitance within the Prince and the number of questions that were coming through his person. The reason for this was simple, even though he was a Nobleman far above Lucian’s standing he was still standing at the doorway. Lucian could guess the sheer chaos of the last few weeks, accented by the trials of their last battle, had left him shaken to say the least.
Lucian did not call out to the Prince. He felt that doing so might be an insult to the Honor of the man to be called out so brazenly. Instead he allowed Gillot to speak his words, “Is there a place for me to sit?”
“Yes, right here.” Lucian said as he gestured to a place next to him.
