The sky was crisp and clear, the azure blue skies were dotted with the odd white cloud, and gently breezes swept through the lands.
Ranley stood beneath the shade of a tall tree as his adapts sat down to catch their breath, he had been pushing them hard, to move with haste since time was of the essence.
But currently they had come across a group of people, and after taking a moment to speak to them he discovered that they were a group that abandoned House Kurt.
The adapts were glad for the distraction, they had been running for days without rest, to reach House Kurt with all haste.
They listened in as Ranley questioned the group about the events that transpired, and they got a first-person account of the fall of House Kurt.
The things told matched well with the contents of the letter that they intercepted, but a hint of excitement flashed through Ranley's eyes when a certain part was confirmed.
