The soldiers were making their final rounds, when the head cook frantically marched up to them, and took a bow with shaky shoulders.
"What is it?" One of the soldiers asked, the woman raised her head and replied, "One of the servants isn't back yet, it's almost night and no one's heard from her."
The soldiers exchanged glances with each other, the woman went on to say, "That girl is hardheaded and impulsive, if someone could please go look for her..."
One of the soldiers under the shield regiment budded in, "Hardheaded? How is that our problem, it's not like she's in any impending danger. She's most definitely lost and will make it back by herself."
The head cook who knew their response would be something of the sort, curled her fists and turned to leave. 'I made an attempt, but these men can't leave their posts. Ruolan, your blood isn't in my hands anymore.' she concluded, burying the hatchet.
