"Let him in,"
Somewhat impatiently, the man in the brocade robe waved away the trembling maids around him and slowly opened his somewhat cloudy gray eyes.
A moment later, a burly man dressed in brown studded armor, clearly missing a piece of his left ear, appeared swiftly at the entrance of the hall, accompanied by the lean man in black from earlier.
"Cuttlebone, at your service, City Lord," said the burly man with a fierce face, as he entered and immediately bowed respectfully.
"Never mind that,"
With a casual wave of his hand, the man in the brocade robe looked at the fierce-faced man and said with interest, "So, Cuttlebone, have your mercenaries caused trouble again? How many did they kill this time?"
"Not to hide from you, City Lord, this time it was my men who were plotted against."
