Estefan stepped into a small diner, its air warm with the smell of fresh bread and roasted coffee.
The place was nearly empty, with only one table already occupied by Commander Frejlurd, who was leisurely working through a hearty breakfast. As soon as Frejlurd noticed the Baron's arrival, he instinctively pushed his chair back and began to stand.
"Sit down… there's no need to get up while you're eating," Estefan said calmly, motioning for him to remain seated. Frejlurd nodded obediently and returned to his meal, though his posture straightened out of respect.
"You've done an exceptional job," Estefan began as he took a seat opposite the Commander. "The streets are far safer than they've been in a long time."
It was the first day of Autumn, the very day marking the end of the deadline Estefan had set for Frejlurd which was to secure the central region completely and also increase the manpower of the City Guard since they had less than necessary manpower.
