Lancelot exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his brown hair. His fingers gripped at the strands for a second longer than necessary before he let go with a sharp sigh. He was tired. Frustrated.
"So it's the same shit?" he asked, his tone edged with irritation. He glared at the two knights standing before him, Gareth and Dorian. They exchanged wary glances, clearly sensing his fraying patience.
Dorian hesitated before speaking. "Commander, really... is there something going on?" He tilted his head slightly, watching Lancelot carefully. "Ever since the kidnapping, it seems you've been on edge. His Majesty has also been making us monitor theft more closely."
Gareth gave a slow nod. "Is it something serious after all?" he asked, his voice careful. "You even had us look into suspicious staff."
Lancelot clenched his jaw. They weren't wrong. And the fact that they noticed meant others probably had too.
