Marcel stood there, upright with perfect form, watching as the leader of the guards he was talking to ran off in the other direction. He couldn't hold in his anger; he wanted to burst out shouting.
Never had a situation like this occurred before. 'Where are the lavish gifts, the commendation food, the royal treatment I get when I visit other towns and cities?' Marcel thought.
Being a messenger for the king was one of the most luxurious jobs one could have. It was even a position that Pagna warriors had to respect.
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