~? Kingdom Talamh Naofa, year 515 of the new era.
A large and silent room, a table and some chairs were the only furniture, apart, of course, from the large amount of bookcases. so large that it made it difficult to count them accurately. Inside this place were only two people, Lasrilan, queen of the kingdom of elves Tygaran, the second was a man. He was tall taking into account the average height of the elves, about one meter and ninety, his hair was long and black, as well as the clothes he was wearing.
"How are that woman's movements?" Lasrilan asks. Just mentioning such a person increased his or her level of stress, but there was nothing that could be done.
"I was told that his group had organized a meeting a few days ago, but we couldn't get any more information, they seem to know who our informants are..." the man responds with a face. In his hands were some papers that he received from his subordinates a few moments ago.
"You mean that..." your queen can't even finish the sentence, not speaking the whole sentence made it less real.
"Yes, Your Majesty, everything leads us to believe that there is someone inside our staff giving them privileged information, we are already looking for where the information is leaking from, but so far without success" answers by putting the papers on the table of his superior.
The rest of the conversation was just reports of minor missions, all running smoothly. When that man finally leaves Lasrilan finally manages to breathe a sigh of relief, not that his presence displeased him in any way, the problem was precisely his position, head of intelligence, whenever he appeared to bring him problems and more things to worry about.
Besides his country is on the verge of collapse, he still had to worry about his southern neighbors. Who would have thought that the new dwarf ruler would have expansionist practices? Worse still, Bettegarden simply pretends not to see anything, they are very busy doing something that not even she had access to, her only clue was the girl left under her guard, who participated in this same project, but was dismissed.
The elf spends a few more minutes sitting looking at nothing, had so many things to do, but at the same time did not know where to start or what to prioritize, in the end his mind seems to rescue the memory of Chiya, who was waiting for him for dinner. He did not know how to follow or what Malyoranbyharas' goal was with that girl, but he was happy to have this new company.
About ten feet away from that place was the girl who walked in his thoughts, his house was a generous distance from the place where he listened to those who were looking for his sovereign.
After a few more hours of hard work he finally decided to return home, his head hurt and his hands seemed to be numb, although he was tired and worse in other days, he always felt that way after signing so many papers and reading hundreds and hundreds of documents.
Different from what I expected the house was in silence, since Chiya will live with her is something that does not usually happen, whenever she comes home the girl comes running towards her and hugs her. At this moment she remembers what she talked to Mielvare, the head of intelligence.
He runs away, not even taking off his shoe before jumping on his white carpet, which he takes care of so much that it doesn't have a single stain. He could only think of Chiya and hated himself because that house was so big. As she ran she passed by some rooms knocking down a vase and some other things she couldn't see what it was.
Arriving in Chiya's room she falls to her knees, the girl was lying on her bed, seemed to be asleep, but ended up waking up with all the noise that had been made.
A few seconds later another person came running and spoke as he noticed Lasrilan lying on the ground.
"My lady, because it is on the ground" was one of her maids, the only one who lived here, the others lived in their own houses.
"Don't worry, I just..." she began to answer, but the race had completely exhausted her.
"Chiya is making a mess once again? Let me fix everything," the maid replied, passing through the hallway and heading towards the trail of mess that had been left on the ground.
The little girl sits on the bed, was not understanding what had happened, but just like every day she goes to her "aunt" and hugs her.
"Welcome back," she says as she hugs with her little arms, as Lasrilan was on his knees and managed to hug her neck. "Aunt Las is well?" she asks when she notices how red her face was.
"Yes, I'm just a little tired," she answers honestly.
The elf gets up after Chiya's hug is over. Every effort she is making at work has just shown its consequences, she was not reasoning well enough, she did not need to be so paranoid, at least that is what she thinks.
She tried to put the girl to sleep again, but ended up gaining company for dinner and then for her bath. When it was finally bedtime, he brought her to his room. Maybe she was being too protective, but she didn't think that way, in fact it wasn't for the child's sake, but for herself, who was not in her ideal state.
The night in Tygara is usually very quiet. Elves are mostly a diurnal breed, and their country did not have the culture of going out or partying at night, usually all stores are closed at these hours, only a few rare could be found from kilometers to kilometers.
That night, as the others usually are, was very calm, only two places were truly active. One of them was right under the nose of the rulers, people were moving through the shadows of Tygara. The other, different from the first, was generally known, but it seemed that the population did not know the gravity of the problem and treated it as something simple, this was Tygaran's first line of defense against the Dwarfs.