Ethalion sat in his high backed chair, a golden phoenix upon the top with its wings running down the sides. He stared out the window of the high tower, taking in the beautiful white marble of the city of Ulthwan.
“There has been a murder.” He stated, breaking his gaze from the window to look at the two before him.
“Not of the usual sort though… our boarders are constantly under siege by the Witch King’s forces, this would be no surprise if it happened there. This one though, this took place behind the lines, deep in our territory.”
He stared back out at the city again collecting his thoughts, Ethalion was always clam, collected, and always spoke softly, he never said anything he didn’t mean to or without thought beforehand.
“The garrison near the town of Holden, it’s behind our boarders by at least 20 miles and no more than 30. The garrison commander had been found in the gutters of an ally, his throat slit or torn out, too much damage to really tell.”
He stood from the chair, silently and grabbed a sealed parchment and handing it to Quintus.
“This bears the seal of the Phoenix King and will grant you access to any room within the garrison as well as any resources available, be it personnel or material.”
He circled back around and sat behind his desk again.
“This situation is very alarming mind you, I’m sure you understand what this would mean if our enemies are able to get this deep into our territory.” He stared back out at the city once more, waving his hand and ending the conversation.
“Write to me once every week detailing your findings.”