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SIXTEEN - Expectations

True to the informat's word, Civil came crashing into the king Alok's chambers at the crack of dawn, an excited light in his eyes and holding a sheet of parchment like some medal.

Without punishing the man for not knocking or for not greeting, king Alok shot out of bed and grabbed the package, skimming through it and smiling as he pushed the man out of the way, already thinking about calling council members when Civil cleared his throat.

"My Lord, there is more." Civil said in that even voice of his, making king Alok pause in his tracks and turn around, cursing at the fact that he was wearing nothing but the same pajamas bottoms as the night before.

"Speak up, Cival, I have a plan to make," king Alok impatiently said, surprising himself that he even remembered the messenger's name. Civil looked pleased at this fact before he realized that the king's patience was worn thin.

"The informant has said the information provided will be enough to help us strategize and plan as much as we need
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