He moved to open the door himself, the voice unfamiliar and the words more than sparking his interest. "Warden, what is going on?" He said to one of the officers holding the boy.
"Barged his way in, my Lord, demanded to see you." The man replied, tone suggesting that the young man was more than a little suspicious.
Lord Edgar frowned, looking at the young man, clothes scruffy, hair uncombed, looking pale but desperate. "What did you want to see me about?" He asked, gesturing for the wardens to let go of the boy, but to stay close at hand.
Mad, George, that one is certainly mad. His father advised, but George said nothing, waiting for the boy's words, wanting to know who had sent the untidy young thing- worried that he was a messenger from one of his fellow Council-members.