The old man observed William in silence, waiting. His eyes tracked every small change on the man's face, and as William's expression turned serious, the old man spoke, his voice slightly hurried.
"Sir, there's new information," he said quickly. "The World Market Trade Alliance will hold an internal meeting later, at eleven in the morning."
William's gaze sharpened. He looked at the old man, confirming once again. "Is this information valid?"
"Yes, Sir," the man replied firmly.
"This information came directly from our spy close to Princess Hana, one of the alliance's key members." He paused briefly, letting his words hang in the air.
William was silent, but his mind moved swiftly. He clasped his fingers, resting his chin on them, lost in thought.
Placing spies around the enemy was an old tactic, but in these times, obtaining quick information became an advantage that could not be squandered.
