72 LXX: To The Walls (2)

Metallic boots stomping on the stone floor reverberated in the Merchants Guild Hall. A group of well-dressed men turned their attention to a figure slowly approaching them.

"Governor!" The figure held out a pendant that signified the status of an army general.

The man in the middle of the group of nobles instantly recognized the item laid out in the open and signaled the other men to leave.

When the room was emptied with only the two men left standing, the governor who was in his sixties observed the younger man in the room.

The green cloak caked with blood and mud was a clear indication that the visitor was one of the dignified units in the Varlan standard army.

"You are carrying General Rolian's badge. What is it this time, ranger?" The governor stroke his one inch grey beard with scrutinizing eyes. Despite his age, he looked twenty years younger.