Henry waited for the crazed-looking commander to come back to the ground. He had already taken the letters from Blade and pushed the bird to the sky so it could catch prey since all Henry had on him was jerky that the bird wanted nothing to do with.
The other knights in his party had arrived and were getting cleaned up in the inn. He told them they ought to take the rest of the day off since they arrived earlier than anticipated and traveled hard and swiftly for the past couple of days.
However, he was interested as to why Blade was screeching from the rooftops some place and he raised his sword, wondering if the animal's sharp eyes would reach him. Clearly, his plan had worked wonderfully.
Commander Lothian approached Henry and glanced around the area, searching for the bird that had been the bane of his existence for the last ten minutes.
"Where has the buzzard gone?" Callum asked. .
