"Yes, My Lord!"
Back in his room, Raylo took a refreshing bath and changed into a well-tailored black formal suit with silver trim, attire befitting his status as a Lord.
The weariness from his journey vanished, and he once again exuded the calm and composed air of a nobleman.
When he walked into the study, the fire in the hearth was blazing, and a rather tall stack of documents was already piled on his desk.
His steward, Alex, and his scribe, Evan, were already waiting by the side.
"My Lord."
Alex bowed.
"Tell me, what's happened in the territory and its surroundings while I've been away?"
Raylo sat down in the main chair.
Alex took a step forward and began his report in a clear, organized manner.
