Seated before her was another Sylgrid; he had matted brown hair, and as though to respect the aesthetic of the room, he was also dressed plainly.
The simplicity of his clothing did nothing to hide his imposing presence. He was tall and muscular, yet not so much that it was strange, and his eyes told a tale, although weariness threatened to overshadow their fierceness.
He looked at her once, then turned back to the parchment in front of him.
"This is my period of rest, Lafda." The male said with a barely contained sigh.
"My apologies, your majesty, but it's of utmost importance." She explained, her gaze still on the ground.
"I don't doubt that, Lafda; you don't have to apologise. I simply wished to voice my thoughts." He replied with another sigh before putting the parchment away and turning to her.
"Report."
She finally raised her head.
"The humans have arrived in the city." She said, her tone flat.
His brow furrowed a bit.
