Something happened to my mate
Zale's knuckles pounded against the heavy wooden doors of his uncle's room, located in the secluded butler's quarters. His breath came in short gasps, rough and uneven, as his thoughts frantically raced back to Soren, who had suddenly fallen ill.
The guilt weighed heavily on Zale's heart, knowing that it was he who had convinced Soren to go into the woods where they encountered something dangerous.
With each forceful blow against the door, Zale's impatience grew more evident. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down his tense jawline.
At last, the lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing a surprised Uncle Frank. But instead of a maid or servant standing before Frank, it was the young master himself, looking pale and distraught.