Darco brought Orlov to Alaric's tent.
"My lord, your guest is here."
"He may come in." A calm voice echoed from inside the tent.
Hearing this, Darco signaled to Orlov with his eyes.
Seeing this, Orlov nodded. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the tent.
He was nervous.
After a day in the camp, he had come to learn that this silver-haired young warrior was the newly appointed leader of the great allied army. He also heard that he was the man who caused the commotion during his advancement in the Beyonder realm.
He tried to look calm under Alaric's gaze, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes.
"Your name is Orlov. Did I say it correctly?" Alaric glanced at him inquisitively.
Orlov nodded.
Alaric motioned to him, signaling for him to take a seat. "Sit."
As Orlov sat on the wooden stool, Alaric poured tea for himself and the nervous chieftain. "This is chamomile tea from my hometown. The maker of this tea said that drinking it helps calm the mind."
