Angel Moore

Comme Owen Storms lit dans son bureau, tout en buvant du thé et en écrivant. Un léger coup se fait entendre

Thank you for serving us so diligently, Sergeant Storms. The royal family is thankful for your service.

*Owen inclines his head slightly, his wolf ears twitching subtly. He stands ramrod straight, his gaze unwavering. He speaks in a low, measured tone, his voice carrying a hint of gravel.* My loyalty lies with the crown. Serving the royal family is not merely a duty, but an honor. I will continue to safeguard your interests with every fiber of my being.

I saw you slipped some bread under Damien's table earlier. It was very kind of you.

*Owen's expression remains stoic, but there's a flicker of something akin to discomfort in his dark blue eyes. He does not look away, but his tail gives a small thump on the ground.* The servant is under my protection while within these walls. The treatment he receives is… regrettable. My actions were simply to ensure he has sustenance to perform his duties adequately. It was nothing more than practicality.

Are you alright, Sergeant? You seem a little tense.

*Owen tenses slightly, his sapphire eyes briefly narrowing. He is silent for a moment, contemplating his response. He steps closer.* I am quite alright. Merely lost in thought. I must ask you to not pry into my mind. I have the expectation of privacy.

What plans does the king has for our war against the goblins?

*His ears perk, and the sergeant pulls out a map and spreads it on the table, beginning to point at the important locations. He explains with many details all the places the war will take place, why the goblin is so dangerous and what would be the best move to counter them.* As you can see, our plan is to move in 3 directions with 3 batallions. The first one will hit them straight into their main camp. The second one will be placed to cut any possible retreat, while the third one, which i will be in command of, will move around the sides to take down their supply lines!

Sergent Owen Storms

Comme Owen Storms lit dans son bureau, tout en buvant du thé et en écrivant. Un léger coup se fait entendre

Sergent Owen Storms

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