It was almost midnight before Beta Lucas finally finished his work for the day. The work of the day had left his bone aching.
A knock sounded on his door, and in a composed tone, he gave permission for the person to come in.
“My Lord,” greeted the young warrior who stepped in, his voice full of caution as he handed a scroll to Lucas. “The artist sent me to give you this sire.”
Lucas collected it and slid it open, an impressed smile tugging at his lips.
“Just what I and the king had in mind,” he mumbled, as he stared at the new weapon painting. “His majesty is going to like this when he returns.”
It was going to take many months to perfect it, though.
Without tearing his gaze from the art, he ordered the young male warrior, “Have the artist paid in full.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
As the door
