[Arkahn Th'alashar]

Arkahn had been awaiting this moment anxiously. Two brightenings he'd spent virtually locked in his room, planning, writing, re-writing and discarding plans. The moment he'd get the word he'd have to be ready. Ready to restructure the Ministry of War or to throw away all his ideas and find a new way of earning a living. It turned out to be the first. The Tigron was disturbed in his trail of thought by a knocking on his door, a servant from the Inn telling him a man was awaiting him downstairs. Quickly Arkahn smoothed out his clothes, checked himself in the mirror, donned his swordbelt and hurried down. Gwygwin was found in almost the exact location he had been last time. Arkahn liked that. At least the man was consequent. As the Tigron sat down he was handed a letter. He read it once, re-read it, put it down, opened the writ and then re-read the letter once more. It was true. He was as of now Minister Th'alashar, supreme commander of all Alleria's Imperial Forces. The news still had to hit him full force as he looked at Gwygwin. "Thank you Master Hurin, and please extend my gratitude to His Imperial Excellency." The Tigron was quite short on words, not because he didn't feel like talking but because he couldn't quite grasp what had happened. He'd prepared for it, but reading it black and white in this letter held a power he couldn't have fathomed. "If that is all, Master Hurin, I would like to take my leave and start my work right now."