Two days after Roger had given me the task of locating Alys, he sent another message, this time requesting that I escort her somewhere safe—somewhere no one would ever find her.
It was almost too easy. I simply informed him that she had been taken to Mordino, a place where she would be well cared for, far from prying eyes. Roger didn't ask for proof, didn't question my words. He trusted me enough to accept my statement without hesitation.
After that, I found myself waiting. The immediate tasks had been handled, leaving only the war looming before me. The tides were shifting, the pieces moving as they should. I already knew the end result; it was merely a matter of time before everything fell into place.
