"I'm here!" Suddenly, another knight arrived. His name was Sir Richard, the fourth member of their team. There wasn't really anything remarkable about him. Following closely behind was a sixteen year old boy, with red hair and pale skin, serving as his squire.
"Well, we're all here - we best be off then!" Darius told the rest of them, before turning and descending the steps which led down to the city proper (the keep was situated on a hill overlooking the city.) He wanted to leave as soon as possible. While the weather was cool for now, he had no doubt it would get hotter. And travelling under hot weather while wearing heavy armor was far from comfortable.
At the bottom of the steps were the knights' personal stables, where their horses awaited them. Squires, however, did not get horses and were expected to follow behind on foot.
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Edward's Office
"Annie..." Edward began, his voice calm. "Do you know why I asked you to slip the letter into his pocket?" He paused, as if expected Annie to answer, when really he didn't. Instead, he quickly continued on. "To send a message. A message that one of my agents was close enough to slip a note into their pocket without them ever realizing. If one of my agents was able to do that, what else could they have done?"
"Now, if I was just minding my own business, walking down the street, and suddenly I find a letter in my pocket addressed to me by someone I don't know, and I never even put that letter there to begin with... well, I would be shocked, to say the least. That's a pretty big first impression. Clearly, whoever sent it was someone to take seriously. But, what if I had noticed the agent sneaking behind me? Not because of my own skills in perception, but rather the agent's own incompetence - a sneeze. What kind of spy sneezes in the middle of duty?"
(continued)
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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