Orson walked into the tea booth, crouching down to the floor as soon as he saw Luther.
With his usual solemn tone, he spoke out.
"Your highness, the commander of the boarder army has arrived at the capital city. He is currently waiting for you at the courtroom."
Luther didn't speak but only sipped off a cold tea, the iciness freezing his tongue but his body liked such coldness, so urged more of it.
He stood, dressed in an austere clothing and not planning to change of it.
He would be meeting with the commander soonest. He wasn't in any hurry but didn't want to delay any further.
