A tall, dark-haired, dark-skinned man dressed in a richly embroidered doublet, a luxurious velvet jacket and fine linen trousers stood in front of a polished mahogany desk in a highly luxurious study.
His eyes were closed and in his arms were a good pile of what looked to be important documents, but what was most notable about him was how still he stood, almost as if he were a statue.
"Hmm…" someone hummed. The sound had come from behind the desk. "Are you sure these are all the reports from the spies, Hyran?"
"I am absolutely certain, Your Majesty." The dark skinned man replied without so much as a twitch of his eyebrows. "If there were others, it would have been delivered to you without delay."
"A shame." The man behind the desk sighed heavily. "There is no information worth my time here."
"As it seems, Sire." Hyran replied. "The Empire is peaceful."
