Dawn. The air was clear and fresh.
Ruskin [Luo’si’jin] was leading his two subordinates as they moved at high speed in the direction of the manor where Lampson and the others had settled into last night.
“I must make sure that we take excellent care of Lord Lampson and the others. A single word from Lampson could most likely get us all promoted.” Ruskin was feeling rather frustrated though. “Unfortunately, it seemed as though Lord Lampson is being extremely cautious. They didn’t allow a single attendant to enter the manor.”
As he was thinking these things, Ruskin walked to the gate.
“What’s going on? The gate isn’t shut?” Ruskin frowned. He knew that Lampson and the other lords were on a very important matter. They definitely wouldn’t leave the door open.
He entered the courtyard. As he did, he felt that the courtyard was a bit too quiet.
“Milords.” Ruskin called out.
But his voice echoed out in the courtyard without any response.
