Trouble Comes Knocking On Your Door

"My lord," the guard trembled before The Dark Lord.

"Speak," Harvey said in a monotonous low voice. Patience stood beside him trying to guess the mind of the guard. It'll be fun to guess people's thoughts, she tapped her chin as if she was an enlightened old man.

"She's here," he gasped like it was very hard for him to utter those words.

Harvey's dark eyes stare straight into the guard's head. The poor man wished he could immediately shrink into to floor to avoid the Dark Lord's murderous gaze.

"Where is she?" He demanded.

"At your ....... door," the guard trembled. The poor man knew he was shaking so much from fear as he could hear his own sword which was in the scabbard by his waist, started to rattle.

"Leave," he said emotionlessly. And the guard was to glad to leave. He must have been an embarrassment in front of The Dark Lord!

"Master, who is at your door?" Patience asked, looking up at the dark tall figure hovering near her.

"A very important guest," he answered darkly.