Loose Ends
The evening was settling in, with dark clouds looming over the sky, signaling an impending storm. A man cloaked in a hood strode down the desolate, eerie path until he reached a wooden cottage. Without hesitation, he pushed the creaky door open and stepped inside. Three other men sat waiting for him, their face tensed.
As soon as their eyes landed on him, they stood abruptly, stiff and straight, their gazes fixed on the floor. His suffocating aura pressed down on their shoulders.
"What do you have for me?" he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. Pulling a chair toward him, he sat down leisurely, propping his feet up on the table with an air of dominance that only heightened their unease.
The three men exchanged uneasy glances before one of them finally spoke. "The King is in Graymoore with Bailiff Harold. They have discovered the previous Duke's residence."