Morning light filtered through the stable's open doors as Luke entered, his usual brisk stride slowing as he looked around the familiar setting. It felt strange now—this place that had been nothing but a temporary stop was somehow etched into his memory. Every worn plank, every stray piece of straw, had become part of his routine, an unexpected part of his life here in Admiral.
He caught sight of Sigmund, adjusting the saddle on a horse, whistling softly to himself. Taking a deep breath, Luke approached, clearing his throat to grab the man's attention.
"Sigmund," he began, a little hesitantly. "I wanted to talk."
Sigmund turned, his easy smile fading slightly when he saw Luke's expression.
"What's the matter, Luke?"
"Well, I think today might be my last day here." Luke's voice held a calm resolve. "I've secured what I needed. Got the approval for my journey out of Admiral. So… I won't be able to keep working here."
