As they walked into the factory, him behind her, as usual, he followed as she lead them to her fathers office. The room was large, dark, and foreboding. However, her father was anything but. He was tall, thin, and a little soft looking. His eyes were the only things that showed how hard and callous the man could be.
"Lord Vaughn," Jedediah said with a bow, trying to make no sound and trying to make no face as another cut on his back broke open. He pulled his cloak tighter about his back, as it was made of dark wool and wouldn't betray the blood.
Lord Vaughn looked at Jedediah, grunting in acknowledgement before swooping down on his daughter with a very loving, very fatherly hug. "My dear! I hope you had no problems arriving here this morning? No attacks or any suspicious followers?" His voice bellowed around the small room, consuming those inside in a loud, deep bass voice.