Biham rolled the parchment out and began reading it. As he read it, his eyes became wider like a saucer. His face turned red with every line. He looked up and said, "Who could have written this letter to a Nyxer for Lusitania?" The letter wasn't signed. He snapped his gaze towards Sirrah who seemed to shrink in her place.
She clutched the back of a chair as she stared at him with pure fear. "I— I don't know," she squeaked.
"Where is Lusitania?" he asked.
She trembled like a leaf under his scrutinizing gaze. "She left to attend the fire festival yesterday morning and hasn't returned since then."
Rigel had entered the room, and after bowing to all of them, went and sat in the chair opposite to Biham. He had a smirk on his face when Biham was questioning Sirrah.
"And Morava?" he asked in a frosty voice.
Sirrah gulped saliva down her dry throat. "She too hasn't returned."
"I saw her leaving," Rigel interjected.
