"What can I do for you, Viscount Machartus?" The man from behind the wooden screen asked.
By virtue of how empty the voice sounded, scratchy at the same time, the general commander felt as if his heart was sinking. It wasn't a pleasant sensation for him, but he had to bear with it since there was something he needed from the man.
In all honesty, Gover wasn't in favor of the decision that Vhelian had made. He was the type of person who refused to associate with the illegalities within the Empire.
Be that as it may, he considered the fact that there was truly no other way for them to tackle the mission besides warranting the help of the Obelisk. Hence, he would do whatever it would take to be of assistance to Vhelian, even if he was opposed to it.
"I was sent here by the guard dog." Gover said, heaving a sigh before continuing, "Bestow me a string to the Obelisk."
"Did you bring what the guard dog claimed as an offering?"
"Yes, here it is."
