Kesten casts his eyes down. "You... you're right, of course, Your Grace. I'll order my men to get ready immedi
Kesten casts his eyes down. "You... you're right, of course, Your Grace. I'll order my men to get ready immediately. We'll await your arrival and then make our move." Kesten gives a short bow, turns around, and leaves.
SpeakerKesten Garess
