Running through the deserted street of the southern part of the town of Balajah, eyes pointing at him while he avoided any kind of hindrance in the form of people or carts or various many other stuff, was a messenger. Climbing the ladders as fast as he could and tired he was when he arrived at his destination, Frigs, chilling on the rooftop of one of the buildings while sipping a cup of warm tea.
"Si-sir! Sir Henry have… have… got knocked into the river in a duel," The messenger said, kneeling on one knee, with a slight stutter and stops between each of his words.
Frigs' eyes widen upon such news entering his ear, he placed the cup of tea on the table and stood up, grabbing his sword laying on the table, "Take a few seconds of rest and run once again, tell the officers to gather the soldiers and archers in the bridge,"
The messenger nodded and Frigs thanked him before making his way down toward the deserted street.
