One of the lowest floors within the Elverstone Stronghold found the undercroft. To Keith's surprise, though not as secluded as he thought it would be with the winds continuing to howl from the array of arching stone windows from the side.
The space was spacious and well-illuminated with the natural lighting from the side that he noticed Dawn beside Nathan, who now stood upright, commanding several knights to transport several crates and sacks from where they needed to be placed.
To the side, several items got packed already.
'His Grace's estimated time of arrival would've been today, but the time was simply unsure of—yet My Lady was rather confident about the time right now. So it was true. Impressive...'
The response was even faster than a messenger or the recent magical tools that ever existed amongst the lands.
