Gejutel and Ragar were making their daily rounds when they suddenly felt a massive tremor from the ground.
“The Lord!” Ragar stopped dead and looked back towards the castle. He prepared to return when he noticed that Gejutel continued walking not even so much as flinching at the lash of the Lords’ aura.
“Gejutel!” he called out to the large man. “We must return at once-“
Gejutel paused for a second to look at him and then turned his back, “It’s Tuesday,’ he stated, as if it explained everything.
“Pardon?” Ragar swiftly appeared at his side and intentionally blocked his path. “Please explain why you are not coming with me to the Lord’s aid.”
“The Lord and Princess spar every Tuesday,” he explained. The older man placed a hand on the assasin’s arm and shouldered him aside. “if you want a shock, go and see them now.”
Ragar stared after him as he continued on the path, whistling a tune all the while. He thought he heard him mutter, “..gave me a heart attack, first time I saw them sparring…”