"Who bothers me at an hour like this?" the skies were a light purple, a slight red and orange silhouetted against the thin clouds.
"Sir, the, Thundering Blade and her companions," the guard in full chainmail and a polearm relayed.
"What!?"
"Apparently they were with an incoming group of travellers heading for Galuvit Town, but were caught in the travel ban. They wish to speak with you to leave sooner," the guard never lifted his head.
The minister put a hand on his forehead, pushing it up to his short spiky tufts of black hair. A green shirt he quickly buttoned, adorning a tie, "Where are they now?"
"In the guest hall sir."
"Provide them refreshments, I shall be out in a minute."
The minister hurriedly put himself together, shutting the drawers of his desk with lock and key. He cracked his neck and elbows before walking out; a shadow appeared through the window as he closed the door.
