King Loewe was clasping his hands inside the throne room. There were no guards present, there were only him and the other four of his subordinates, not even his wife was in the room.
"Three days," muttered King Loewe before he continued, "It's been three days since Gutee embarked to the demi-human closest island."
His eyes turned sharp as he understood what kind of man Gutee was. The distance between the island and the place where he sailed was not that far, three days should be more than sufficient to handle the matter. Even if he was held with something, he would surely contact him and shared the latest news or info on what's happening.
"Do we have a lead?" asked King Loewe.
Supreme Mage Daraoh was about to say something but closed his mouth after considering something.
"If you want to say something just spit it out already!" said Mara.
"Mind your manner! You are in front of the king," Grandmaster Poh was glaring at him with killing intent infused.
