An urgent call

[Svelte Sven]

Sven's hands were shaking as he picked up the payphone receiver. He had to take several deep breaths before he was confident that he could punch in the correct numbers. It had been perhaps an hour since he had read the communal noticeboard. The Page had scrambled to scrounge up the coins to make a call to his King. Please pick up. He needed to talk to Withers before someone did something rash.

[Svelte Sven]

"Please leave a message after the to-"

Sven slammed the payphone in anger, the plastic bouncing off and dangling by its cord for a few seconds as the dial tone blared. "Shit." He said simply, awkwardly hanging up the phone before walking away, hands firmly shoved into his pockets.