His lips curled into a sardonic smirk the moment he laid eyes on Zyran. Sensing a presence behind him, Zyran also turned.
"I see the king has dispatched you to inspect the headquarters; he's been having issues with my troops, Prince Zyran," The man remarked.
"Uriah, there's no need to jump to conclusions," Zyran responded with a touch of disdain.
The man emitted a hollow chuckle, causing the fading scar on his face to become more prominent.
"Still as aloof as ever," the man stopped in front of Zyran and locked eyes with him.
"The southern troops are under my command. I will handle my problems. You need not involve yourself," he stated firmly.
"You should have resolved it yourself and not let me intervene, you know how much I detest disorder, or do I need to remind you?" Zyran inquired, tilting his head slightly.
A shadow crossed the man's face briefly before morphing into a smirk.