"Let him in."
With some impatience, the man in the brocade robe waved away the surrounding frightened maids and slowly opened his somewhat muddy gray eyes.
A moment later, a burly man dressed in brown studded armor, missing a noticeable chunk from his left ear, appeared at the door of the hall with the thin man in black from earlier.
"I am Cuttlebone, at your service, City Lord," the burly man with a fierce look on his face bowed respectfully as he entered.
"You may dispense with the formalities."
Waving his hand dismissively, the man in the brocade robe took a curious look at the fierce-faced man and said, "So, Cuttlebone, have your mercenaries caused trouble again? How many did they kill this time?"
"I must not conceal from the City Lord; this time, my men were ambushed."