Kingston was bewildered by the boy's action. Why had he just taken a deep breath before he went back in? Was he nervous? Was there a serious conversation going on at that moment? Many questions were flying around Kingston's head at the moment.

Stepping into the room, Kingston saw that the Lord was sitting. Perfect. "Good day, my Lord," he spoke, bowing to the older man. Living amongst noblemen his whole life had taught him to bow when meeting someone of noble blood. And Berty Borr, or Lord Borr as he liked to call himself, was of noble blood. Right?

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything. That would be very rude on my behalf." Kingston told him, not rising from his bow.

It was only seconds later had he smelled that... Oh dear. Was something DEAD in here?! Oh merlins. This smell was burning his throat, his eyes and possibly his ears. What had happened in here? Kingston tried his best to not choke. You have gone through much worse, Wendleworth! Pull yourself together!