Triam
Triam walked into the room Mickal and his men had been temporarily moved into. The commander stood up and stared at him in awe as he watched him walk in with a sack full of relics and things he couldn’t identify on his back. He walked and dropped it on the floor in front of him. Mickal stared at it before he looked at him. His eyes went wide comically.
“What are you doing here? It’s been…” he looked around as if asking the others to confirm the time for him.
“Two hours and thirty minutes. So?” Triam asked, walking to his chair and sitting down in it.
“The others are not back yet. You are the first to return,” he said. He walked to the sack and looked inside. “How did you find all of these in that short space of time? The king estimated about four hours to complete the task.”
