There were just enough men and just enough time to get the most valuable items to a safe hiding spot. Serenica hated to leave her stuff behind, but there was nothing she could do about it. They needed to be helping out at the manor as soon as possible.
The lady of the house was left crying what someone could have called fake tears.
There was some distance between the empty building they used to stash the stolen items and the Ruby Hills. They had to walk fast, and there was barely any opportunities to talk. Serenica was breathing heavily, trying to keep up with the Admiral.
He walked briskly, grim determination in his eyes.
They arrived to a spot where they could comfortably spy on the manor without being seen themselves.
There was certainly something happening. Bodies of men, from the Princess and the city watch alike, littered the doorstep. One of them was a burly personal guard.
