Henry sat relaxed, lazily crossing his legs as a wide smile adorned his lips - "A ship?" he asked, intently observing the man holding the two daggers - "It seems like you guys have quite a number of ships, huh? However, it's quite strange; the soldiers I have stationed here and all the shipbuilders said that all the ships built over the last three decades are in the harbor, with the only one missing being the one used to bring you here."
The chief said nothing and began to walk towards the king, his shadow growing as the flickering firelight shone upon him, reflecting the cold glint of the daggers. However, Henry remained carefree, smiling as he looked at the man standing across the table, awaiting the answer that never came.