Breaking Relations [2]

It was midday, but the flash and thundering made the air seem heavy and dark.

Armor clanking, soldiers patrolling along the wall near them.

A few reporters stayed close to the wall, trying to find anyone they could ask, interrogate, or scapegoat for their story.

High-ranking nobles and officials have visited this place in the last few days, especially those whose family members have been buried here.

"Is it true?" A reporter asked, flashing money towards a soldier who walked past him.

"Is what true?" asked the soldier, a greedy look flashing across his eyes.

"Lord Oliver, we heard he is dead. Is that true? Is he really dead?"

The man seemed to flinch at the words, eyes wavering, body moving, but the flashing money stopped him.

"Not dead but missing," the soldier muttered under his breath. "...But it's been so long that they declared him so."