"Thank goodness they are still here." Breathing heavily, the young man wiped the sweat off his brow and walked towards a building next to the city gate.
Noticing that there were still heavily armored guards surrounding the building, the young man knew that he needed to hurry, or he would miss his chance. Fixing his school uniform a bit to not embarrass himself further, the young man walked toward the guards. He flashed out a paper with his information on it.
"What is your name?"
One of the guards blocking the doorway grabbed the piece of paper and glanced at it. He then asked the young man a question in a stern voice.
"Floyd Stone," The young man quickly answered and waited for the next series of questions he had long grown used to.
"Who are you here to see? And state your business." The other guard gave Floyd an annoyed face as he went on with the questioning.
