The Baron addressed the shivering servant behind him, "So what had been Caspian's doing lately." The old aristocrat, his hands on his back, could not help but thin his eyes as he gazed out of his window.
He had his gaze fixed on a specific area. It was the garden of the home, but it was also a strange and unpleasant place for the new Baron.
The servant stammered, "M-My Lord, it looked like young master Caspian had made a noble acquaintance for the first time." The servant still bowed, but the Baron raised an eyebrow and finally turned to look at the man who had almost stood up his place.
The young servant was questioned by the Baron as if he were being interrogated for a crime, "First of all, noble friend, you say?"
The young man nodded repeatedly right away as he furrowed his brows and bit his quivering lower lip.
Geiselle said, her eyes thinning, "If I'm asking you, you should answer your master appropriately by words."