Brunas, outside a reception room of the expanded city hall, a man dressed in traditional Dorne attire spoke with trepidation in his lowered voice, asking the young military officer beside him, "Are you sure you can meet him... and tell him about our procurement plan?"
The young officer nodded slightly, seriously responding, "I'm sure!"
"Can you really guarantee that the weapons and ammunition procurement plan will go smoothly?" the man asked again nervously. He kept asking questions, as if this was the only way to somewhat calm his anxious heart.
"I'm sure!" the young man laughed and continued to answer with certainty.
While he responded, he caressed the dandelion-engraved ring on one of his fingers with his other hand.
The nobleman from Dorne was still somewhat worried and asked with suspicion and uncertainty, "Aren't you their traitor?"
