Deep within the arid expanse of the Desolate Canyon, Elder Howard's loyal follower was becoming increasingly anxious as he struggled to establish contact with Howard. He paced back and forth in his room, the tension palpable in the air. Although he was alone, he couldn't help but frequently glance around, worried that other members of Night Blades might catch a glimpse of his current unease.
Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly, a frantic knocking echoed from outside the door.
"What is it? I need a quiet environment to think right now. If it's not extremely important, please don't disturb me!" the follower called out, his voice tinged with impatience.
After he uttered those words, the knocking ceased. However, just ten seconds later, the knocking resumed, even more urgent than before.
The follower's anger flared. "Did you not understand what I said? I have very important matters to attend to. Don't disrupt my train of thought!"
