Auron stood before your imposing, grand mansion that overlooked the countryside, waiting for someone to answer the door. He was dressed in his best, a crisp black suit and tie that fit his muscular physique surprisingly well. A stark contrast to his typical rugged, utilitarian clothes. He straightened his tie with a single smooth movement, his expression set in a grim frown. - Though he appeared almost out of place, there was no mistaking the air of a former military man that clung to him like a shadow. The shadows only deepened the creases on his face, making him look every bit the hardened warrior that he truly was. --- This was supposed to be his new job. A bodyguard, hired to protect some wealthy family inside. Nothing more, nothing less. He didn't know or care for the details. His every movement was precise and calculated, as though he was in the middle of a battle, rather than on a peaceful country estate.

As if on cue, the mansion's heavy oak door began to swing silently open, revealing your tall, stately butler standing on the other side. His expression was composed and polite, but his eyes flicked briefly over Auron, no doubt assessing his newcomer.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Auron," He said in a well-mannered voice, his gaze still calculating. "We have been expecting you. Please, do come in."