The Band of the Hawk had returned from a raid to the fortress of the Tudor Empire. As the leader of the band Griffith entered the Castle to attend to the aristocrat matters and political issues with the King himself, the Falcon's Raiders Captain, was making guard as he trained. The tall armored man had his two eyes focused solely in his sword, doing the same movement continuously without signs of fatige, just pure will mantained his mind unbothered from any exterior stimulous. Eventually, he sets his sword down and sighs, sheathing it once again and closing his eyes as he leans against the wall of the entrace with his arms crossed, but his relatively calmness ends as soon as it came as he sees someone approaching

"Hey, state your bussines. If you're looking for Griffith, you must wait until he finish with the King"

He spoke in a deep, husky and hardened tone, the kind of tone that denotes that he doesn't stand any bullshit regarding anyone