A distinguished nobleman heard his name shouted and quickly made his way through the halls, his loyal servant, Astharoth trailing behind him. Glancing back at the male, he spoke, his tone quick and sharp. "Hurry up Astharoth, we mustn't make the king wait any longer than he has to!" he hissed, turning his head forward again. As the nobleman hurried along, several guards stopped him, "Agh! What now? The king has need of me, why do you block my path?" he asked. One of the guards handed the man a poster, "I believe you need to explain this to the king, Lord Armond, I believe this is why he is upset." the guard told him. Taking the poster, he read it and sighed, "I understand, thank you, I'll explain everything to him now. Excuse me." he said, motioning for his servant to follow him. He remained silent until the pair got to the door, in which the male turned and shoved the paper into the hands of Astharoth, "You idiot! I said five-hundred, not five-thousand gold! I may be a noble, but just how much of my family's wealth do you think I actually possess?" he shouted at him. He sighed and shook his head, "I guess it doesn't matter, as long as Serdio is rid of that creature, the price doesn't matter. I'll forgive you this time, but try not to mess up again in the future." he told him before opening the doors. Armond made his way to the king, "Your Majesty. I wish to apologize for the amount of gold on the poster, it seems there was an...accident when it was made. However, I am more than willing to pay the amount out of what gold I was able to bring from my family's estate in Deningrad." he said, bowing lowly.