The girl scatters away as soon as the council concludes, leaving her goblet with such haste that its content splashes onto the map. Seo watches the cup rattling against wood until it finds the balance once more. He scrolls up the map now strained in red.
"What in the name of heavens do you think you are doing boy?" The voice that calls out to him is ancient and heavy. Raising his head accordingly, Seo finds himself the subject of Grand General Park's scrutinizing gaze. The man who had fought with the first emperor himself is leaning against his carved walking stick for support. There is a scar that runs across half of his face, barely missing his left eye on its marring path. When he frowns, many other old scars make their presence known scattered around the wrinkles of his hard face.
