Nowaru

The head of the guard sighed heavily. “No, we can’t continue this conversation.” Raimar stood up from behind the table and knocked loudly on the door, and in a moment, two guards rushed into the room, one of whom was, once again, the “old acquaintance” Rumke. “Suspend the matter, and please escort the Duke to the prison. We will talk to you, sir, in a week or two.”