>>5525482The crowd had been vanquished, but Alena could not discount the possibility that her spell would attract unwanted attention. She quickly made her way into the warehouse and shut the door behind her. Sure enough, Stormy was still there. He was sitting in front of several stacks of crates, as if nothing were happening. Above him was a large hole in the ceiling, shining sunlight inside the dark, damp room and offering visibility.
“Good boy. You’re a very good boy.” Alena brushes her mount’s mane. She reaches inside the satchel attached to him to retrieve a piece of paper, as well as an ink and quill.
There was so much she wanted to say, but she didn’t know where to start. Writing too much information within the note could lead to undue risk if it were intercepted. And it wasn’t as if she had all the details about what was going on to begin with. None of this made any sense. Why would the Agarthans move to destroy the city, especially when it was still Pro-Imperial? And why were those who were turned looking to kill Count Ordelia? Whatever the case was, she needed Blair here. Subterfuge was no longer an option. They’d break down the doors of Castle Ordelia, rescue Eulalia, and kill Diogenes. It was all they could do.
“Come to Ordelia as soon as possible. City in chaos. Hostiles everywhere. Identity of target still unknown. Don’t drink the water. Hurry. – A” Alena reads aloud as she writes. Attaching a collar to Stormy’s neck, she clips the note inside to hold it firmly when she’s suddenly startled by the warehouse door jolting open. Damn it, more of th-?
Alena turns around expecting to find more crazed peasants, only to be greeted by a squad of soldiers. Based on their yellow armor and insignia, they appear to be the Ordelian Guard. Protectors of the city. The man at the front is a grizzled knight. He’s older than the rest, and if the scars and notches on his armor are any indication, a veteran of many battles. These men don’t look as though they’ve gone mad. Before she can come up with something to say though, the lead knight speaks first.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” The knight says. There’s a hint of amusement in his voice that puts Alena on edge. “Here I come looking for that rat Count Ordelia, only to find an entirely different rat instead! Now then, what’s another vile half-breed like you doing in our fine city?”
“Thoron!”
The warehouse erupts in an explosion of smoke, blood and debris as Alena launches her spell at the newcomers. Turning her back towards them, she grabs onto Stormy’s head, and whispers into his ear. “Find Blair.”
