Barov was like a different person when Roland met him again.
He looked vigorous and radiant, and even his chest had risen considerably. His footsteps were powerful and conveyed a strong sense of confidence. He was not how a 50-year-old minister typically looked.
It seemed that the days he spent in the king's city was highly satisfactory.
"If I had known it, I would have called you back a little later." Roland joked.
"No, Your Majesty. Regardless of how prosperous the City of Dawn is, it can't compare with the City of Neverwinter personally created by you." Barov responded while smoothing his mustache. "Wherever I am, my heart will always be with you."
Why do these words... sound so weird and awkward?
Roland coughed twice and attempted to change the subject. "How's the situation over there?"
