Yuraon scratched his chin, allowing himself a few seconds to think about his scout's report before asking again,
"Is that so... Has she gone anywhere or met with anyone?"
The man shook his head.
"No. And to be frank, I do not think she is in the right condition to look for adventures, Your Majesty."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"She looks sick. It took her quite a while to get to the Capital, and once she checked into the inn, she never left her room even once. She stayed alone inside the room; I saw it from outside the window."
The young King nodded, then thanked the man for his job and ordered him to continue watching her while reporting every important detail about her movements and whereabouts.
Once the scout left his lord's room, Cyrille walked up to the King and said, his expression marred with serious concern,
"So the mage was right... Shall we send a letter to The North and notify His Grace about this?"
