Along the edge of Laniro's city wall, soldiers marched on their patrol turns. Some of them noticed the little green bird as it passed over them. The red lines on the wings were clearly visible as it twisted through the air. It steered towards a tower and landed on a branch that went over a window. It patiently waited until an elderly man came to the window. The man, Varek, gave the little bird a nut, which it gripped with one foot, and then removed the small cylinder attached to its other foot. He carefully examined the signs on the cylinder before he hurried out of the tower.
- No new attacks have been reported in the last two weeks Your Majesty. Whatever they did in Tamarin, it must have succeeded.
- It seems like it has, general but maybe we should ...
- Excuse me, Your Majesty.
Var
