Chapter 124: Uninvited Guests

Atop her favorite spot on the walls before the sun came up, Leah handed the letter back to Hook. He looked at her questioningly, then lowered his dark eyes and to read it in the torchlight for himself. Worth watched with a questioning look.

Though the sun had not even risen on this day, crews had already been hard at work for hours. Cimon Endrus was orchestrating the digging of trenches running through the former plantation fields along the western edge of the city. Until a few minutes ago, Worth and some of his soldiers had been conducting training exercises in the ways of the Endenholm phalanxes. As for Olorus, Leah didn't know where he was. She hadn't seen him for some time.

Hook finished reading the letter and lowered it, gazing out at the countryside, the wind tugging on the long, dark hair that the headband around his forehead held back. Leah took the letter from him and handed it to Worth. It was written in the hand of Count Wulder Von Morix himself.