Annand skillfully boiled the water and poured himself a cup of tea.
Then, he sat at the table and looked towards Salvatore slumped in the chair, "How's the analysis going? Was it a success?"
"Of course it was successful," Salvatore yawned lazily and answered, "It's almost dawn. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"I doubt I'll be able to sleep today."
The young lord sighed, "Just when you were down in the basement analyzing, a big incident happened here.
"Just now, in the south of the city, over a hundred 'robbers' with their faces covered, weapons in hand, and carrying over fifty barrels of Black Fire tried to sneak into the city."
Annand emphasized the word "robbers" particularly.
He believed the other party would understand what he meant.
"... What? Over fifty barrels?"
Even Salvatore was startled by the number.
It obviously shocked him into sobriety, as he choked back his half-formed yawn.
