Selwar dismounted from the horse, and his attendant immediately took the polo mallet from his hand and handed him a warm, damp towel. The horse trainer, who had been standing beside him, quickly led the sweating horse away to cool it down with a slow walk.
Amid the endless sound of cannon fire and explosions beyond the horizon, the dusty polo field was still resonating with the thunderous clatter of hooves. Over a dozen Knights wielded their mallets, shouting and racing back and forth at breakneck speeds.
Selwar, calm and composed, sat on a chair at the edge of the field, sipping tea and watching the match. After taking a brief moment to rest his eyes, he finally turned his gaze towards the intelligence officer who had been standing by solemnly for some time.
Before Selwar cast his gaze over, the intelligence officer stood straight beside him without making a sound.
This was Selwar's rule.
