Lord Borr looked to the door expectantly. "What are you waiting for, son? Open the door. Scout out the men. See if they're worthy of entering and ask if they were invited. If not, hex them." Simple as.
It left Lord Borr some time to ponder the young man's request. He'd get to it after the more pressing matter of who was knocking on his lounge door was addressed.
__________________ Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature. Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir! Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin' Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |