"Lord Alaric, here you are. I've been looking everywhere for you."
Hina steadily climbed the rocks, trying to get to Alaric, who was seated at the very top.
From there, he could see the barony, his very own barony.
He could very much hear Hina's voice, but he didn't bother to change his view.
Once she was up, she stood behind him, the warm breeze blowing against her skin.
"How many have you gathered?" Alaric suddenly asked.
"Uh, thirteen. The remaining five should be towards the north; I am not sure," Hina replied.
"I see."
Alaric didn't say any more than that. He already knew what he needed to do.
It had been a couple of weeks since he ran away from the world, watching everything unfold from the shadows while he secretly made his plans.
The Duchess had been struggling to contain the war; her last hope of avoiding it was Alaric. Now that he was no longer present, she got ready to battle Dergen.