Jaffar knew that this was coming to him sooner or later, but this was too soon. Even sooner than what he was ready for. He sighed as he crumpled the paper in his hands, he gestured for the men to keep on what they were doing. He turned on his heels, the white cape with the sun disk impeded in it in golden threads was floating around him. The soft breeze wasn't enough to try up the sweat on his forehead from the blazing sun.
He felt the chills of the cold hall as he took a step inside, heading to the closest candle and setting the paper aflame. The only question that was running in his head was how he was going to ready a quarter of the men to be fully prepared for war in less than a week.
