Julius
The path seemed to wind and wind onward, but Julius continued on it. He began to see more and more manors and mansions appear, that meant he was approaching Albion. He was excited to return home, yet he was nervous as well. It had been almost six months since he left; did anyone know the truth about his uncle's death? That he was really the killer?
Don't think these things, Julius.
As he approached a manor he knew too well, a good friend of his uncle's, he wondered if he should stop by. It wouldn't hurt him to try, after all, he needed noble backing to get his position back. He approached the manor's front gates, turning to the guard and speaking in the most deadpan voice. "I need to speak with Lord Sarson. Tell him Lord Kilmore is back."
The guard stood at attention almost immediately, and without words, rushed inside to retrieve his master. Julius smirked. Perfect.