Crux of the Matter

"Haah."

Within a modestly sized office, a man with white hair looked through the documents on his desk just like he'd done before, only to let out a sigh soon after as he began to thrum his fingers on the desk.

"I wonder if Valyr got my message," murmured the man to himself as multiple thoughts began to linger in his mind. "Tristan assured me that he'd relay it to him as soon as possible, but it's already been a day since then."

Continuing to thrum his fingers on his desk, Damian soon let out yet another sigh, deciding to move on from the matter as he focused on doing his work as the leader of the town's guards.

'I'm pretty sure Tristan and Alfaera told him I've changed or something along those lines,' thought the man to himself, going through the documents on his desk with a wry smile.

'If only they knew.'