Nicholas strode down the long hallways of the council building, his steps sharp and precise as he followed the clergyman who led him to the head councils chambers.
When the doors opened, one could see the Reuben, the head council writing something on the parchment at his desk. Reuben looked at his clergyman before his eyes fell on Lord Nicholas. It was an untimely hour of the day where there were still few hours before the sun arrived for the Lord to makes his presence this early of the day.
"Good morning, Lord Nicholas. You're quite early for the council meeting," the head council saw Nicholas take a seat in front of him.
"I didn't come for it. How are things at Mythweald?" the Lord of Bonelake asked casually, leaning his back against the chair.
"I looked into what you suggested last time," Reuben put the parchment aside and holding both his hands on top of the desk where the parchment laid previously, "Your suspicion was right on Norman's wife."
