quiet evening, the emperor sits at a low table, looking at some papers in his chambers, slightly tiredly resting his chin on his fist. It was quiet behind the wooden panels that replaced the windows, even the wind was barely audible.

And then the emperor’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of doors opening. It was emperor's cunning counsel, as usual with his snake-like smile on his face.

“Your Highness, allow me to have a small dialogue with you” said the counsel with a formal bow.