The roads in the city centre were crowded with cars even that late in the night. It was the third time he was driving through that road looking for a place to park his precious Honda. He stopped a while waiting for someone in a red Jeep to leave. The driver had to maneuver several times before being able to drive off. It wont serve. Otavio thought about the place. To open. He needed a better, out of way, place to park.
Looking through the mirror he saw his boss, calm in the back seat, looking to the places where they were driving. “- Sorry my lord.” It was also the third time he apologize by not being able find a proper place to park. “- I’m in no rush.” He answered the first time but didn’t even nod in the other two.
A second time he had to wait, this time because of a man. Drunk. Otavio realized while waiting for the man in light blue suite to finally get across the road. In the mean time he just looked around, seeing for first time an area shielded by big trees. No wonder I couldn’t see it at first. Otavio thought, driving his precious dark silver Civic between the trees. There were two things he want to avoid. The first was upsetting his liege. The second was doing even the smallest scratch to the car.
He took some time before leave the car. And a bigger before opening the door for his boss. He wouldn’t let his Lord out before being sure it was ok. Instead, he tooka second look around while answering his mobile. “- Everything in order.” Said the male voice. It was what Otavio was expecting. He had sent some of his men before him, to take strategic position around the place where they are going. And some where following him. Those in car had to park far from there. For this, the three times Otavio had to circle before find a proper place became a good thing. Everybody had been able to take its place in time.
Buttoning his black suit, Otavio extended his hand to the left rear door. The black sleeve sliding over his black skin. A second later he was kneeling to his lord. “- Don’t mind.” Erick said. “- You’re gonna dirt your trousers.” If there was someone who could be opposite to Otavio, it would be Erick Haraldson. Where Otavio was a towering man, his lord was small. Some called him dwarf, one even dared to say it aloud, no one even remember his name today. While Otavio had a dark skin, even darker then the night sky when the stars were hiding, his Norwegian Lord had a fair one. Otavio had no hair at all, save for his eyebrow which in its turn was no more then a thin line. Erick had a deep red hair and thin, well cared, red beard in his chin.
“- Are you sure, my Lord, to come that place?” Otavio asked. If were someone else Erick would answer bitterly, threatening his half-life. But with Otavio it was different. Otavio knew him for a long time, from before Erick became powerful. He was one of those who helped him grow and so he was one of the few who enjoy more than a liege and subject relationship. “- This is no proper place for you, my Lord, and I’m not sure if I can provide full protection once inside his Domain.”
“- He had no Domain but the one I granted him.” Erick answered adjusting his night-blue suit whit silver buttons. “- And is not a proper domain at all. Don’t worry to much about his weaklingness. He will be too surprise to react properly.” He didn’t wait for Otavio but began to walk towards the busy street. Erick had never being in that city before, Otavio knew, but he looked as if it he knew the city as it was his own home. Using a wooden swordstick with a howling wolf head, Erick distanced himself a while from Otavio which didn’t had much trouble in picking up with his master. A look at the left hand and he saw the plain iron ring he always used. Otavio knew little about the homering. Some mysterious artifact which granted an almost absolute power to its owner in his own home. It should shine. But Otavio never saw his master ring shine. Doesn’t matter where he go. He is never in his home.
