Frustrated

France, October 4th 1803

6:56 PM

Luther is at the camp. At the moment, he's walking towards Lucius's tent, so he could check on him. 

Since Lukas wasn't in the best of the states now, and he possibly was the reason why Lucius didn't look very happy, then he was willing to do that job.

Soon, Luther finally arrived to the tent where Lucius was. He crouched down in front of it before being surprised by a familiar voice.

"What do you want, Luther?" Lucius asked from the other side, feeling his presence.

Luther made a short break before smiling slightly. "I feel like you need to talk. Are you available?" he asked.

"...Do you want to talk?" Lucius asked.

Luther nodded slightly. "I'm willing to talk if you are fine with it," he replied.

"Then go away. I'm not fine with it," Lucius retorted, quite rudely.