The next morning, the soldiers of the scouts' team got up early. After washing up and tidying, they gathered together in the hall of the hotel.
"Captain Devitt," Claremont commanded everyone to get their breakfast. He walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door of Devitt's room.
"Click." Devitt opened the door.
"Captain Devitt, did the Dwarf Union send the information?" Claremont asked curiously while walking into the room and looked at the paper manuscripts scattered all over the round table in the room.
"Yes. It was sent to me at dawn this morning. After the attendant downstairs received it, he sent it directly to my room," Devitt rubbed his eyes and said.
Devitt should have been the first scout soldier to get up this morning. After being woken up by the attendant's knock on the door, he had been focusing on reading the information until now.