The sun was starting its descent back down toward the other horizon which meant the knights would need to leave in the next couple of hours if they wanted to make it back to their barracks before midnight.
However, there were knights who were going to have to stay put and figure out the issue with the monsters in a more permanent way.
Henry walked forth with Marcus's letter to Commander Lothian in hand and he didn't realize at first that he was crushing the fragile paper underneath his grip as his mind drifted elsewhere.
After having the reeve elaborate more on the situation at hand, Henry couldn't help but be pushed further into guilt that there wasn't someone commanding the knights in Chemois. There was no commander for the knights to seek for guidance and no duke for the people to feel they could rely on.
