The wind had been harsh on the lands on Slyve for a few days, the monsoon was here after all. Mircea had asked Athos to look into ships that would be slaying to Gyyza for trade for Urban.
He promised her that he would personally go and inform him. She had made up her mind. It was for the best that he was returning and it would be better if he departed before they ran into each other again.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Athos' head pops from the little gap of the slightly pushed doors of Mircea's study.
Mircea looks up to him startled, "Athos," she states the obvious.
"You are clearly busy." He says as he steps in, closing the door behind him.
"Yes, I'm trying to figure out our enemy." She stares down at the scattered letters that are leisurely lying on her desk. Athos had found them in Prince Pyron's room.
