132 The East and West - I

Henry sat at his desk, the ink pen tapping rhythmically against the wood, like a restless bird seeking for food.

"It's chaos" - Henry muttered, dropping the pen onto the table and covering his face with both hands, his thoughts drifting - "The flow of wood from the Frozen Forest has greatly reduced. With all the barbarians gathered here in the capital, only a few kilograms of wood is entering the walls. I have to keep it this way until we find out more about the appearance of the Orcs. And meat…that's another problem altogether."

Soft knocks on his office door shattered Henry's chain of thoughts. He lowered his hands and called out wearily - "Come in" - his gaze fixed on the door as a woman with a black eye-patch entered.

"Your Majesty! Generals Luther and Olaro require your presence on the walls" - Leier announced with a respectful bow, her long black robes blending into the shadows of the room.