"What?" Gunnar and Irene snapped in unison.
There wasn't much more to be said than that for the knight and his apprentice sprinted forward, tossing the swords to the ground without much more of a thought. There were more important matters to attend to.
It was a whirlwind of chaos in the tower the moment they entered. It seemed that word traveled fast because there were already plenty in the hallways, seeking an answer for what they were supposed to do next.
When Sir Gunnar arrived, all eyes went to him as they searched his face for an answer.
"Make way," Gunnar requested, his voice loud and authoritative.
For someone who didn't want the responsibility of being the highest-ranked knight, he sure had a way to make people listen to him. While she wasn't entirely sure anyone's age other than the apprentices, she imagined he was a little bit older than her father.
The authority in his tone spoke of his experience.
