Amazarak Fallen Nation.
First dawn.
Vane stood with both hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on Gorak and Jaigar as they prepared to depart. Their party members were busy loading supplies onto two horse-drawn carriages, with soldiers from their continent serving as coachmen. The horses stamped impatiently, their breath misting in the cool morning air.
"Jaigar… Gorak."
"Y… yes, Sir Vane?"
"Once you arrive at the Elven border, make sure this 'Beggar Jee' does not heard anything from the silver armor guy. If he hasn't heard anything about the failed deal or the confrontation, then proceed as planned. Find him, secure his services as a guide, and move toward Armand."
He paused, his eyes narrowing.
