Arthur materialised inside the conference room where a single soldier sat at the table, his military cap pulled down over his face in what appeared to be an impromptu nap. The man's relaxed posture suggested he had been waiting for some time.
Arthur smiled at the scene before clearing his throat deliberately.
"Ahem."
The soldier remained motionless, apparently deep in sleep despite the interruption.
Arthur tried again with more force behind his cough.
"AHEM."
The soldier jolted awake frantically, his hat tumbling to the floor as he scrambled to his feet in automatic military response.
"Yes, sir!" he snapped to attention, assuming his superior officer had discovered his unauthorised rest period.
When the soldier's eyes focused and recognised Arthur's distinctive appearance, his nervousness increased dramatically.
"S-Sir Fateless! Excuse me for my earlier behaviour, I was just tired from..." the soldier began explaining his unprofessional conduct with obvious anxiety.
