"Captain!"
"Captain, where are you?!"
A man in his late twenties walked across the valley, yelling for his captain.
Based on his clothes, he was a bard from the Radiant Empire, a wandering performer who sang tales about heroes saving the world.
"Captain! Where are you?! The Master has sent a message!" the man, who went by the name Oisin, shouted. "This is an emergency! I repeat! This is an emergency!"
A man in his early forties, seated on a boulder with a fishing rod at hand, glared in the direction of the voice.
"Oh, for crying out loud—will you shut up?!" he shouted back. "You're scaring the damn fish!"
"Captain!" Oisin heaved a sigh of relief.
Finally, he found the person he was looking for.
Hurrying toward his leader, he passed on the message he had received from the communication crystal entrusted to him.
"He wants us to return to the Duchy as soon as possible?" The fisherman frowned at the message. "Did he say anything else?"
