You feel slightly worried about intruding this late at night, everyone in the Little Palace had already gone off to bed. You knock lightly before stepping into the general's office. You notice how dim the room is first, then you spot the general standing behind his desk as he turns to look at you. He has a nearly empty glass of whiskey in one hand and a pen in the other, about to make note of something or another.

"Hello." He says in a deep voice, "It's quite late."