"Perfect timing. Enter, all three of you," I said, gesturing for them to step fully into the room.
"What? Not that highly suspicious, old man you recruited off the streets," Lenora groaned, immediately crossing her arms.
Sigor froze awkwardly at the threshold, clearly unsure of whether to advance or retreat.
"He is not suspicious, Lenora," I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Oh, please! He is just a drunk old man! The few times I have actually seen him roaming the halls, he is either actively drinking or completely inebriated! Or somehow both at the exact same time!" She said indignantly.
"Did you hear that, Sigor?" I asked, shooting him a highly amused, mocking smirk.
"I—I deeply apologize, Your Highness..." Sigor stuttered, looking even more painfully awkward as he nervously scratched the back of his hair.
I let out a soft laugh and turned my attention back to Bethia.
