Friend or foe?

In a medium sized room, there sat a man in his 40s, on a wooden chair, behind the table. His balding head hidden under a pork pie hat. He appeared a little healthy, afterall he was a magistrate and had few villages under him. His thick moustache covered his upper lip. Black eyes were hidden behind the closed lids. Hands placed on either side of the temples in a deep thought. The room was ominously quiet.

Silence broke by a knock to his room. His brows drew together, looking annoyed by the disturbance. He opened his eyes to see four figures entering the room.

"Good morning sir." Leo greeted, bowing to him.

"Hmm. How may I help you?" came a monotonous reply from the magistrate as he had been saying the same lines for all these years of his service.

"Sir, we have came h