Date- 4 April 2321
Time- 10:48
Location- Central Region, Central Capital, Unknown, Field Marshal Office
"General, Field Marshal will be seeing you now," the assistant to the Field Marshal informed Demigod Baylor as she opened the door to the Field Marshal's office.
Demigod Baylor nodded to the assistant and walking into the office he heard a thud as the assistant closed the door behind him. Then he searched the room to find the wrinkled skinny figure of the Field Marshal occupying the office couch holding an expensive old bottle of rum instead of his chair, his throne. And saluted, "Field Marshal, General Baylor reporting sir."
"Son, for once can you not be so uptight? I called you here as your mentor, not as your Field Marshal," Henricks said as he fetched two frozen glasses from the office bar and filled each one to the brim with the expensive old rum. Then looking at demigod Baylor who was still standing by the door he added, "What? Are you waiting for an invitation?"