Glen gave a small nod. Normally, he and Prince Haston rarely agreed on anything, but this time, the prince actually seemed cooperative with the intel. Still, Glen couldn't shake the feeling that Haston was hiding something. Whether he was involved or not, Glen wasn't about to waste energy on it now. For the moment, the information alone was enough to pique his interest.
"Oh, and I heard there's a party being thrown in Southeast to celebrate their bountiful harvest. Remember my report from last week? About the overflowing wheat and corn shipments from that region?" Haston asked.
Glen hesitated for a split second. Truth was, he hadn't seen that report. He'd spent the last two weeks in Urioil grilling Earl Reiner and hadn't had time to sift through everything piling up on his desk.
Not wanting to kill the mood, Glen gave a generic nod, playing along.
