All four of them snapped towards the pond, their weapons rising on instinct.
Then they caught sight of the shape in the water.
It was a person, swimming through.
Arms cut through the dark surface of the pond, sending ripples across the water and scattering the reflected light into fragments.
Whoever it was moved casually, swimming across the pond towards the shore nearest them like a man doing laps in a private bath.
Nobody lowered their weapons. After all, there was no guarantee that there still wasn't any danger.
The swimmer reached the shallows, found his footing, and rose out of the water.
He was an extremely good looking man. Strikingly so, easily on the same level as Lukas, though in an entirely different style.
He had long blond hair, which was currently soaked through and darkened by the water, and clung flat down his back, reaching to the small of it.
