"Lady Seraphina, ten soldiers. As you requested."
A man, buffed with muscles the size of Seraphina's head, stood right in front of her, his eyes bulging with respect and adoration. The man was also wearing a red uniform and helmet, different from the yellow uniform the ten men behind him had on.
With her head tilted to the side, Seraphina counted the employees with her eyes to make sure they were all present.
"Are they all from your faction? Project manager?" she asked, her tone serious, different from the one she always has when speaking with Dorian.
She was more grounded and professional. Almost like an entirely new person.
"Yes, ma'am, they are all from my team," the project manager replied with haste. "They are well skilled in mapping and exploring tunnels. They will prove useful for the young lord."
