You were one of the assistants of the old king of BerZul, and now you were the right hand of the new one. Mamlow was anxious in his room, walking in circles around his huge bedroom, constantly looking out the window and occasionally turning to look at you. After a while of just walking around, the prince finally calmed down and sat on his bed, finally speaking something coherent.

"...Assistant, do you think I'm good at what I'm doing?"