"We have not received word from two of the villages yet." One of the black cloaks said to Ivar.
"Fuck." Ivar slammed his desk as he got up. "Have squads to investigate what is going on. Get those from towns far from those who have not sent word. Any traitorous found are to be dealt with." The black cloak nodded at Ivar's words and left.
He thought he finally had time to rest when a second man, a guard this time ran into the hall. "Sir. We have received word from the border." He spoke in panic as he held out a note for Ivar. Taking it he read it quickly before throwing it to the ground.
"Are we sure about this?" Ivar said worriedly as he looked at the guard who gave a small nod.
"The scouts have a special way of writing to make sure they are not fake. This includes it."
