“So? What happened exactly?”
Ruther sat behind his desk. As always, there are a stack of paperwork for him to take care of. All of these being the concerns around Haven. Food supply. Harvest. Responsible citizenship. Rule violators and punishments. All of these are placed on the papers stacked right in front of him. But, even if this is so, his attention could still be divided properly. Proven by how he can converse with the officer who went to check Gragas’ shop.
“It appears that the old blacksmith has been trying to create new weaponry sir.”
“Gragas creating new weaponry? Now that is something you don’t hear everyday.” Ruther said. “And did you inspect this new weapon that he spoke of?”
“Well…no sir, I didn’t.”
Ruthe suddenly stopped flipping through the pages. He dropped it to his
