It was a peaceful day.. the sun was warm, the sky was vast and blue, and birds' chirping could be heard everywhere... So it was, until Penlod and king Turgon didn't set up a meeting (again.)

Rog was already on his way to the headquarters, even if not entirely happy about it. His face was full of his long hair messed up by the wind, and it was annoying enough to frustrate him... it didn't take a lot to make him upset, as always. He was already, even if he haven't seen anyone today