The overall mood at base couldn't be described as very sunny by anyone. After all, this was technically an act of yielding; their guests had more or less shoved their way into reception.

But "not sunny" couldn't begin to describe Potemkin. If it were not for his ultimate adherence to duty, Potemkin would have torn up these missives when they got here. But instead here he is, serving these same guests. The usually harmless giant stormed with a dark mood, the power of which scares off everyone else, all the other attendants giving a carefully wide berth to the knight as he stomped around in his tasks.

There's only one person Potemkin can't intimidate, and that's the man who Potemkin must turn in to. In front of him Potemkin doesn't bother lightening his scowl. He already knows his thoughts on this.