Alpheo turned slightly, fixing his gaze on his loyal captain. "Jarza." he called out in a low voice
At the sound of his name, Jarza stepped forward immediately, his sharp gaze locked onto Alpheo's, awaiting his command without a hint of hesitation. His posture was upright, and rigid .
"Tell me," Alpheo began, his voice calm but carrying a deliberate weight, "what are our men doing right now, back in Yarzat?"
Jarza didn't need to think twice. "At this hour they would be training, Your Grace," he answered, his tone as unwavering as his stance.
Alpheo allowed a faint smile to curve on his lips, but he continued, pressing his point. "And tomorrow?"
Jarza's eyes gleamed slightly, recognizing the intent behind Alpheo's repeated questioning. "They'll be training, just the same," he replied
