"What are you doing?" Fawkes inquired as he discreetly yawned while covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes were clouded with unmistakable weariness.
The fortress city had just been liberated from the grasp of the elven army. He had a lot of work to do as the city lord. Furthermore, his wife had been resurrected from the dead. He did not get much sleep because he and his wife had been intimate for an extended period.
He was drifting off in his office that morning, staring at the mountains of paperwork on his desk. Finally, a soldier informed him that Watson had a question for him. He skipped breakfast and dashed toward the golden river. Watson was at the riverbank and studied the people on both sides of the river. He had not said anything, so it was not proper for him to inquire.
After standing on the riverbank for half an hour, his hands and feet felt numb. He could not help but inquire.
