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“My lord… I’ve been meaning to tell you of some recent rumors that may be of interest to you…”
“Aulus, you know that I could care less of such trivial nonsense.”
“Hence why I say they may be of interest to you, Lord Zenos. It could entail a certain royal sport of which you’re so fond…”
“Hmm. Is that so? Go on.”
“Well, some of my colleagues in the medical ward have been dealing with a number of interesting patients lately- patients from the Black Shroud. According to the injured, there’s a troublesome pack of wolves that attacks any soldier left alone or in small numbers. Some have even been killed by them.”
Zenos’s bored expression didn’t change; save for the curious raising of a brow. “...Wolves?”
“Aye, but there’s more. Some of the survivors claimed to see a man among them… the very definition of a savage, if you will. They say he’s quick on his feet and seemingly predicts their attacks before they land.”
“Oh?” Zenos hummed, leaning back in his seat. “A savage among wolves… that is interesting… and to think they’re causing our men so much grief…”
“Indeed.” Aulus nodded. “The patient I ended up speaking with told me that their fleet has been damn near begging for reinforcements to deal with the issue, but their superiors refuse to believe the men are ‘so weak they can’t handle a few dogs’ as they say.” The man paused to have a sip of tea. “Of course, I know you’re a busy man, but if you did have the time, I assumed that would be something you’d like to investigate sometime. And who knows? Mayhap if you find this savage yourself you could deal with it in the process…”
“Mhmm… indeed, indeed...” He hummed again, rubbing his chin. After a brief moment of thought, he rose from his seat. “Well, I could certainly use a change of pace. Gyr Abania is so terribly dull, after all…” The prince said with a smirk. “And besides, we can’t have the Imperial Army’s reputation tarnished by a handful of pups now can we?”