Moore touched his bulbous nose and nodded, "Okay, your request isn't too demanding. Where are the young lads who should be on duty today anyway?"
"They said they had something to do, so they asked me... to help keep an eye on things."
The young man who had graduated from being a novice Knight and was thrown into the minor tribunal office to serve chuckled and smacked his lips, "They said they'd treat me to a drink afterward."
Moore glanced at a few casually placed barrels of wine nearby and gave a dry laugh, "Alright, if you can get rid of your habit of oversleeping and put more heart into your training, you'll definitely make something of yourself."
The other blinked, looking dumbfounded, "Huh?"
"Never mind that, Uncle has a trick that can get you out of here sooner."
Monk Moore chuckled and asked in a hushed voice, "Want to hear it?"
"Yes, I do!"
"That is..."
