"The activities of the rebels have doubled in the past two weeks. They are no longer only burning down businesses; they've begun setting farmlands on fire as well." Jayran said, reading aloud from the report in his hands. He glanced up at Ragnar briefly. "It says that the most recent incident of them burning down an orchard."
He had barely been able to stand still since Ragnar handed him the small stack of papers. His weight shifted restlessly from one foot to the other as his eyes moved rapidly across the page, absorbing each line with an intensity that contradicted the carefree, womanizing persona he so often presented to the world.
He examined the reports meticulously, line by line, his focus sharp and unwavering. For a brief moment, his carefully constructed mask slipped, revealing what lay beneath the practiced indifference—a mind that was observant, and calculating.
