The study was quiet.
Only the rustling sound of writing echoed.
It was Colin writing a letter to Marquis Dawson.
After being reminded by Knight Shar, Colin immediately realized that if he needed war horses and armor, it would be far better to seek help from Marquis Dawson than Marquis Garcia.
This Dwarf Marquis was actually the great steward of the Dark Cavalry, at least he used to be.
Colin didn't know if Marquis Dawson would be willing to help him, but he had to give it a try.
After finishing a sincerely worded letter, Colin dripped sealing wax onto the envelope's flap, pressed the Angler family's emblem into the wax, and handed it to Shar: "Have someone deliver this letter to Ironforge Castle."
"Yes, sir!"
After Knight Shar left, Colin couldn't wait to pick up his water cup and drained the fresh blood in it.
Then, he waited patiently.
...
But, after waiting for quite a while, the familiar sensation of heat hadn't occurred.
What was wrong?
