Jolt was sitting down to a private supper. The day had progressed well, apart from angry interjections from hardliners. But all in all, it looked promising that an agreement could be reached.
Just as he was finishing his meal, two guards approached him. “Sir, there’s some men outside who wish to speak to you.”
Jolt sighed as he told them to tell the men to come back to him in the morning. He was tired, and the last thing he wanted to do was entertain visitors.
A few minutes later, a large disturbance was heard coming from outside. Rushing to his feet, Jolt saw his two guards fighting furiously against a couple of men, armed with clubs. Drawing his weapon, he quickly went to their aid and the assailants were driven off.
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