Not long after Mr. Abbot was sent to fetch him, Arnwald came trudging through the door to the office. Judging by the state of him, he had just woke up. He was wearing the same attire from the day before, and his hair was a mess. On top of that, his shirt was only partially buttoned and covered in wrinkles.
"Do we have to do this so early?" Arnwald yawned. "I'm sporting the mother of all headaches at present."
"Indeed we do," Esmyria replied with a cold smile. "Ms. Kaweyna is a busy woman and we've already wasted enough of her time. Ideally, we would've concluded this business and she would've been on her way by now. Unfortunately, it seems you had no interest in demonstrating any level of courtesy, much like your poorly trained forces."
"Are you still upset about that?" Arnwald said through another yawn. "Esmyria dear, everything worked out fine, did it not? You worry too much."
