The Emperor, his voice a low rumble, addressed the Head of the Royal Guard, "I need the finest of our elite soldiers prepared for a journey to the North." His command hung heavy in the air, a silent demand for swift action.
The Head of the Guard, a seasoned warrior, bowed low. "As you wish, Your Majesty. How many men should we assemble for this expedition?"
The Emperor pondered; his gaze distant. "Fifty soldiers, accompanied by two elite Guardians and yourself. We cannot afford to appear weak, yet a large force would be a futile gesture of intimidation against the Northern people of the Ice Palace."
The Head of the Guard nodded; a grim determination etched on his face. "They will be ready within the hour, Your Majesty. But when do we embark on this journey?"
