"Grandmaster Bulsteighn!"
Bursting through the wooden, decorated door of the Argonaut leader's office, a thin man dressed in sable garments wore a desperate, worried expression.
"What is it, Lloyd? To enter without so much as knocking…"
"Apologies, Grandmaster! But…it's urgent! Avdima's life signal has been confirmed to be wiped out!"
A surprised look came over the scarred, chiseled face of the burly man as he heard this, sitting himself up properly.
"Avdima? Dead? Are you sure?"
"Gaol just confirmed it…"
The shaky words from the Executioner were seldom welcome to the leader's ears as the gruff man shot up from his seat, stomping past the man who looked like nothing more than a child in comparison.
"Bulsteighn, Sir?"
"...So, it really came to this. Why do I have a feeling those wrinkly, old bastards foresaw this? Peh…"
