"It's not every day we celebrate victory," Henrick chuckled. "But listen, prepare something special for Kyle and his team. They've earned it."
"Of course. I'll make my best stew. You should bring it to them yourself."
"Of course... I will," Henrick said, planting a kiss on her cheek before heading out.
He approached the cottage they had assigned to Kyle's team. It was a simple but sturdy structure, chosen for its proximity to the village center. Knocking firmly on the wooden door, Henrick called out, "Good morning, heroes! Are you awake?"
Silence greeted him.
Frowning, he knocked again. "Kyle? Anyone in there?"
When there was still no response, Henrick hesitated. "Perhaps they're out training," he muttered, but unease was already creeping into his voice making him to try entering.
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside. The cottage was empty and the beds were untouched.