The time was morning, and the weather in Nisk was clear.
It was another good day for tourists to travel.
However, inside the garrison headquarters on the north cape of the mouth of the "Leiden River," the atmosphere was somewhat tense.
Compared to the luxury of the bankers, this was a pitifully simple meeting room.
The roughly polished raw stone walls and floors ensured that even the ceiling was overly low to maintain the fortress's strength, and there were only a few narrow windows through which an adult could barely look out.
Even during the daytime, gas lamps were necessary for illumination.
A patched long table covered in green velvet, with two rows of heavy wooden chairs on each side, made up the entirety of the meeting room, in the same frugal style as Major General Koverdale's office.
Oh, at least the decorations on the walls were slightly better than those in his office today.
