A puff of smoke rose from his cigar as he set it down on the table next to him. He relaxed in his chair, breathing slowly. It had been a long day of doing nothing. Nothing meaning that he hadn't accomplished anything important, nor had he experienced any form of excitement. Life was dull, humdrum, boring, any synonym of the previous words describe life in his view.
The knock on the door was a pleasant surprise. Aldous Bayard jumped to his feet and scrambled to the door. Finally, some excitement. He threw open the door, and to his surprise, stood a familiar looking man. Perplexed, he took a small step back. The man was wearing armor, and was holding his helmet against his side.
Was he here to arrest him? No, no. This man was standing far too casually to be here for an arrest. This man knew him somehow. How he knew him was the question.
The soldier opened his mouth, but Aldous beat him to the quick. "You are standing very casually, thus I know you somehow," he observed. "You now look at me with surprise as if I should recognize you, so you must be a relative. In conclusion, I assume you are my brother's son."
The soldier opened his mouth again.
"Aha! You are my sister's son!"
The soldier gaped at him. "How did you---"
"When I said my brother's son, you opened your mouth quickly, as if to make a quick correction. Thus, I deduced that you are my sister's son."
The nephew smiled. "You're good."
"You have come for a reason, have you not? I hope you didn't just come by for a visit."
"And why is that?"
"You don't seem like the kind of person I'd want to converse with."
The nephew's smile widened. "I did come here for a reason."
Aldous examined him closely. Well built, short brown hair, a light scar on his left cheek which was most likely from falling down when he was a young boy. He glanced at his shoes. No dirt. "Please, come in."
The nephew entered the house and sat in the chair that Aldous had been previously sitting upon. "Uncle," he began.
"Call me Aldous," Bayard corrected as he sat down in the adjacent chair.
"Three people have been killed by unknown causes, we suspect a wizard of some kind," the nephew said.
"So I've heard," Bayard said nonchalantly.
The nephew leaned forward in his chair. "We need someone with powerful observation skills to help us catch this guy," he said with a smirk.
Bayard raised an eyebrow. "So let me get this straight... you want me to catch a crazed criminal, one that if I do come across, will most likely kill me, without pay, and without any real personal motive?"
"That is correct."
A smile crept across Bayard's face. "Sounds like fun."