Soren pulled the heavy handle, the door creaking open just enough to reveal the man standing in the hallway.
He was short, starch-stiff, and possessed a thin, needle-like mustache that looked as though it had been painted on with obsessive precision.
His skin was deeply tanned, contrasting sharply with a crisp, black charro-style suit adorned with subtle silver embroidery. He was impeccably clean, smelling faintly of cedar and expensive tobacco.
Soren offered a casual, practiced smile. "What can we do for you?"
The man bowed slightly, his movements mechanical. "I am Enrique, the humble majordomo for the noble Familia de los Elegidos. My masters have invited the Soulbound knights of the Imperial Academy to share a prestigious dinner with them this evening."
Soren's smile didn't waver, but his eyes remained cold.
"That's very kind, Enrique. But we're actually quite tired. We brought our own rations, so we're good for the night."
