Sage examined the documents spread across the table, his expression growing increasingly serious as he studied the reports concerning Marrowford and its surrounding territories.
The figures were considerably worse than he had expected.
According to the records, seventeen merchant caravans had been attacked along the eastern trade route during the past two months.
Several had managed to escape with damaged wagons and injured guards, while others had disappeared entirely.
The number of confirmed deaths had already exceeded forty, and that figure didn't include travelers whose bodies had never been recovered.
"Seventeen caravans in two months?" Sage asked, raising his gaze toward Richard. "Your Royal Highness, how has the situation been allowed to deteriorate this badly?"
