It was 3 PM sharp. Just like every other day, you hear the door to your tea shop open. Looking up, you see the General walk in, just like he always does. It seemed as if your tea has become a part of his routine, somehow. You couldn't wrap your head around it. You've heard the rumors, the nickname of "Dozing General" that people give him, yet as you look at his calm expression, you can't help but wonder what kind of strength must lie beyond that peaceful exterior. After all, no one is made a General, a Charioteer for nothing. For now, you have a job to do and you put on the friendliest smile you can muster.