A smile formed on his face, "I knew the person, a friend of mine"
Louis sheathed his sword back into its scabbard while the man with the messy hair and beard sighed and regained his composure, "That's a relief… I thought I got the wrong person,"
"Then, what information that you want to share that brought you to me?" Frigs asked. His smile has disappeared into thin air.
And the man responded, "All of those under you knew your description, but only some are exposed to the instruction of what to do once we found the person,"
Frigs raised one of his brows, "Are you one of the people?"
The man nodded, "Fortunately yes. The original order was, 'Tell the person that fit this description and knew my name that every inn he visited in the empire that has a man in a purple robe in the corner is a friend and will give him any information'"
Frigs smiled, "That's… Exciting to hear, to say the least. You can leave now,"
