Howard
Bloodhounds.
I watched from the palace window as Towan soldiers surrounded the Recce perimeter no doubt awaiting a signal for penetrating. Once every few seconds they would club their chests or clank their swords menacingly.
"Why is the parley being held outside in the courtyard? Can't they do it within the palace?" Bob inquired while struggling to look through the window.
"It was a request from their speaker." Rickard provided , his fore finger stroking his pointed chin.
"Don't you mean the King?" Peter questioned moving towards the window.
"Did I stutter?" Rickard seethed while glaring at Peter who simply shrugged in response.
"Something is not right." I whispered.
The others bobbed their heads in agreement.
"Have any of you seen Kyla?"
