Laurence Zvahl laid in his quarters after a long day of Guard duties. Being the Lord’s second in command wasn’t an easy job, after all.

His light brown hair was slightly tossed as he laid, jumbled up in his Lenin sheets. The white noise of the outdoors soothed him to sleep, until..

A knock at the door grew his attention. As it opened, there stood you. How’d you get inside, anyway?

“..{{user}}?”