Walking out from the inner court room, face in no particular expression, just grim and impassive, Znoh continued his way even to the exit of the outter court room. Just as he approached the middle, the drope of his robe in a flutter, the large entrance doors opened, and with them, a figure was walking in, adorned in a purple robe, with that had an edged collar, with instrictive designs, the sound of his steps, like metal against rock, his face with a trimmed relaxing beards, his eyes charcoal as they looked firm and aloof, his hair properly cut. This figure he knew quite well—the infamous Duke Ecnes. Not halting in his steps, nor slowing down, Znoh kept his pace his gaze not bothering to sway or even acknowledge the presence. Not the least surprised by the attitude, the Duke mirrored the same, each of them walked past the other, no acknowledgement, no slowed steps, just a walk pass, like nothing stood in the way.
