Our investigation continued for days, but the elusive traitor remained just out of our reach. Each lead seemed to bring more questions than answers, and it felt as though we were chasing shadows in the darkness.
One evening, while pouring over notes from our interrogations, Fiona looked up at me with a serious expression on her face. "My King, I'm starting to believe that we won't be able to identify the culprit through conventional means. This person is too skilled in deception, too practiced in covering their tracks."
I sighed in exasperation. "What do you propose, then? We are wasting time right now with this, and I am tired of sitting around. We need to head south and figure out what happened to the other two guards we sent out. We don't have time to be playing diplomacy!"
Fiona thought for a moment, then replied carefully. "Perhaps we should consider using more unconventional methods to reveal the traitor.
