He made his way toward the capital of the empire, having a job to do there, creating his own army. It was easy and all but deciding the symbols and colour proven quite hard for him and so he was stuck and not progressing.
Each day he stayed in that city, Pabs sent a letter for him, "Frigs, are you done creating your army yet?"
Frigs simply replied to the truth. He was not the man with the best art experience for the banner and all. And he needed some more vacation from all the things that happened to him.
Knock
Knock
Knock
He was sitting on the couch near the front door of the mansion, reading a book about military tactics, when he heard the knock. He sighed and placed his book on the table before standing up and going to the door.
"Must be another one of the messengers Pabs sent for me," He muttered as he took a deep breath.
