Robert was nearing Matthews’s door when Carla and Alison was walking up the road. He waved at the two girls and knocked on the door, waiting for Matthew to open it.
“You okay, now?” Robert asked Alison, whilst waiting on the small doorstep, and trying not to look like, a love-sick-child in front of her mum.
Alison nodded and smiled.
Matthew was up to something she thought, as he opened the door, beckoning the visitors in, and giving Alison a quick wink, before closing it behind them.
The narrow hall had not changed, Alison noted as they walked past the array of school books and music sheets that seemed to be getting higher on each visit to his home. Carla did not say anything, just looking at the bachelor pad like a nightmare, the temptation to clean suddenly coming to her, as she brushed her hand on a shelf and removing a pile of dust, which floated in the air and landed softly on the floor.
“Mind your step,” he warned, as they climbed the narrow stairs and entered the spare room, with Robert looking aghast at the guitars that this man had in his possession. Even Carla smiled, as she plucked a blue guitar on a stand, making Matthew look at her expecting her to jam.
“So when can we expect to see you playing one of these things?” Carla asked, as Matthew blushed.
“I was hoping pretty soon at the Felix, if you’re not doing anything over the next few weeks,” he replied looking at Carla who was blushing too. “Mickey and Slasher are dying to meet you, they promised they’d be on their best behaviour if I took you out with us one night,” he smiled, as he closed the door, and making Alison look happily at Matthew. He was certainly changing his path she thought, as she continued to watch the warrior with interest.
“Portal International, Onbrier!” he ordered when the blue and grey swirls began to do their work.
Portal International”s usual brightness kicked in as soon as Matthew opened the door, and the small head of an elder suddenly poked through the doorway, waiting for the adventurers to declare their reason for arriving at his kingdom.
The old men and women of the doors were normally grumpy people who had no care if they upset the tourists that came to join them as guests, or not. However, today the face of the officer, who was to allow them in, had a much meaner looking face. Even with the amount of wrinkles he owned, he could not look any more frightening, as he flicked his hands backwards and forwards annoyingly at Matthew, who was ready to be processed.
“Suppose you’re off to taking the town hall, too are you?” the officer asked rudely, as he looked at Matthew with bitterness.
“I am- well we are to assist the law enforcers in safeguarding the village,” Matthew stated as truthful as he could.
The old man huffed, pulling his face and continued to stare at Matthew hard.
“You had better be, young man. Not having hooligans coming in. I know you men like to fight, poking your nose into something that has nothing to do with you.”