Just Another Monday

Cale thought he was lucky with his mundane and perfectly boring life, which was why the gods – obviously – decided that now was the right time to dump the next adventure on him.

Oh , Cale swore venomously, I will burn all of their temples and loot them dry as soon as I get back.

His face was contorted into an annoyed frown that he could barely keep from becoming an angry glower. It wouldn't do him any good to look threatening right now since the armed knights were pointing their shiny and, more importantly, sharp swords at him.

Holding back a sigh and looking down at himself, Cale despaired. He was in his pajamas. A simple black leggings and an airy white shirt. His naked feet touched the soft carpet. To finish the look, his hair was held in a languid braid at the neck.

He looked as nonthreatening as he felt at the moment. So technically, he didn't look like an intruder. Or, at least, the common variety.

Some people thought otherwise.

"Halt!" a knight screamed with his weapon held high, "What brings you here? Identify yourself!" A few knights stepped forward, still keeping their weapons trained at him.

Cale blinked, confused, when he saw the emblem sewn into their left breast pocket. How could he not recognize it when he normally wore it on at least two clothes and objects he carried with him? The Henituse turtle proudly reflected the light of some candles nearby.

This confused Cale terribly since all the knights, no matter how new or young, would recognize him instantly. The house itself was weird. Stone walls accompanied by expensive-looking wooden panels screamed wealth, yet it couldn't be compared to the Henituse Manor he was used to.

Cale looked around some more, ignoring the swords pointed at him. The knights bristled angrily, yet they took no further action.

Behind him was the entrance. A large copy of their coat of arms hung over the double doors. The symbol was made out of solid gold and glittered obnoxiously, just the way Cale preferred it. This was how someone should show their wealth. It's both 'in your face' as well as elegant. The perfect combination.

Yet it looked wrong.

Unfortunately, Cale couldn't think about it anymore since the answer walked in through the second story.

Cale facepalmed, he didn't know what else to do. A man with striking features, looking like the typical ice prince in romance novels, walked down the stairs with a heavy cloak swinging behind him. The Henituse symbol was stitched across every single piece of clothing he wore and even decorated the hilt of his sword.

A sword that he was holding threateningly while a familiar scowl decorated his face. Reddish-brown eyes, not unlike Cale's ones, stared down at his pajama-clad form. He had the typical look of someone who didn't want to deal with the bullshit that was to come and would rather go to bed. Cale could relate.

He mirrored the man opposed to him and the two just stared at each other. The other man was the first to break the ice, Cale normally would have appreciated that but he was too busy trying not to choke to death.

"I did not order for a prostitute." His words were dry, unimpressed, and insulting at the same time.

"I- I'm not?" Cale said, still attempting to catch his breath. The man looked at him with a raised brow, "Then why are you clothed in nothing but nightwear? I see no weapons and your arms are puny at best. If you are an assassin, change your profession. You seem useless."

Cale would be impressed if he wasn't slightly offended.

"I could be a mage," he pointed out. It may not be the best point to make but Cale didn't like being called useless. The man should just have stuck with calling him weak, that would be an answer Cale would have supported wholeheartedly.