Constans was lucky. Very lucky. The doors began to swing open slowly as he sat and played. Light ran though the entrance of the tower like a blade. It glinted off the armor and the weapons of the Templars stationed there. Was it a patrol? No luck on that, it seemed to simply be a single Templar instead of a group of them. A small figure, smiling slightly came in behind the armored form of the Templar. The tall man turned to the little boy on his heels and he reached out to ruffle the boys hair. “Have fun out there, Demarc?” The big man asked.
“Yes Ser Mercian!”, the littlest Templar piped with a bright smile towards the armored figure. “I’m going to go back towards my room then alright!” he added as he stepped inside the doors of the Tower. He wore simple enough tunic and trousers, covered in mud and grass stains from his play. In one hand he held a bouquet of wildflowers, half-hidden behind his back.
“No stopping by the Apprentices quarters are you?” Mercian replied with a easy smile in his voice, and a teasing tone in his voice.
Aurin muttered a half heard excuse as he looked sheepishly towards the big Templar for a moment before turning to start to dash off down the hallway and away from the doors.