Graven arrived at one of his headquarters in South Pond Town.
Horace was sitting on the chair, looking at the papers at some documents, when Graven arrived at the two-story brick house structure designed as their headquarter in the city, he looked at his master. "Good afternoon, my lord! It's nice to see you again!" he said.
"How's South Pond Town nowadays?" Graven asked.
"Quiet and peaceful, my lord," Horace replied.
"And our men?"
"They're in their designated post, performing their job well..."
"Everything is good in the coal sites?" Graven inquired.
"Yes, my lord! All your businesses and that of your family is running well," Horace responded.
"Good job, Horace. Keep it up. You know the drill already, we talk about it in the past..." Graven said.
Horace looked at his master in the eyes. "You will still go ahead with your plan in rescuing our men from the King's clutches?" he asked.
"Yes... I already made up my mind!" Graven spoke in a determined voice.
