My Lord," The man bowed.
Through the Glass Vase I nodded for him to continue.
"Your son said he might take longer to steal the -"
"Great." I muttered. "How much later?"
The man fidgeted nervously with the edge of his robe "My Lord, he said perhaps two more months."
"What?" I asked coldly.
The man flinched "My Lord, he said-"
"Just leave before I cause you to leave" I ordered.
The man hurriedly bowed and started running out of the hall.
"Well I wonder how much longer he wants to stay in-charge, but I hope he knows he can't delay it forever." I muttered to myself.
Just then the room shook and the doors were blasted open. The messenger halted at the figure that came into view.
"Welcome Home." I grinned.
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