Kingdom of the tribesmen.
"Still no fills, your highness."
A well-built man in the the death of his 40's with such stern gaze said, looking at the King occasionally. His bulky eyeballs could see through the conscience of another man. He was all strapped to weapon and his breathing pace was very much out of sequence. He seemed to had just returned from a search with his men who were outside the palace. He was the leader.
"You'll have to keep looking for the next seven days. He was in our custody before he went missing. That's a thing. We should get him back."
The husky voice of the king blended with a call coming from outside the palace. He didn't allow himself to be distracted by that.
"Where do we search now, your highness?"
The face of the leader was down that time. You could tell from that gesture that he wasn't trying to be rude with what he had just said.