only evil would be found behind them . The black brick made the edifice almost disappear into the night , although the small amount of white trim gave a faint outline of the dwelling . The stone path leading to the front doors had been exquisitely laid by hand , each stone blending with its mates flawlessly . Three floors towered above the gardens and paths of the estate , which no one dared approach without invitation .
Lazarius walked quietly up the path to his master ’ s estate . He entered through the French doors , shutting them softly behind him . Walking through the front hall with its black & white flooring , tall statues and paintings on the walls , he continued to the parlor . He had always enjoyed walking down the hallway , it led past numerous displays of swords , knives , axes and other various weapons from around the world . His master was remarkably capable with any weapon given to him .
One of his favorites to stop and admire was a grouping of four Scottish Broadswords , whose exquisite craftsmanship was beyond compare in this day and age . Their hilts were finely crafted , the blades honed to a deadly edge . Every weapon in the manor was battle ready at any given moment , for his lord had two men in his employ whose job it was to care for the weapons and nothing else .
He waited quietly in the parlor to be called back to his master ’ s study . Uncertain of what the man ’ s reaction was going to be , he would tell him everything that had happened . Even if it is angered his lord , he would not lie to him . Lazarius was a lot of things , but a coward was not one of them .
He stood up from the chair he had been relaxing in and began to walk about the room . He had waited there
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