Standing outside the giant golden door of Xanthus's room, decked up in his knight attire, Randall was marching back and forth looking quite restless from his posture. There were no other royal guards present apart from him.
Moreover, his face was stiffened under the glistening moonlight that emitted inside through the hallway, and he often glanced in the opposite direction while marching.
Soon enough, the senior among the first knight squad who was sent to the servant quarter by Randall rushed towards him in speedy footsteps and offered a sincere bow to their Commander. Watching his arrival, the tense expression on Randall's face eased up a little as he eagerly asked, "What's the report?"
