The season of spring had passed slowly yet suddenly in Laydel — as time continued onwards toward the grand banquet, a celebration for the nation's victory in war. The last few months had been eventful for House Cherliann.
The threat of dark magic had quietened but not diminished, as River's meticulous investigation discovered the existence of a secret guild — one Ms Cather was very familiar with. With Snow's help, they looked into the deceased maid's past, but found little to no information about the organisation.
Cunning beyond all expectation, they had managed to cut all their ties to places and people to keep their identities a secret, leaving River and his private investigative crew at a loss. All they knew, was that the guild had an unusual crest - displaying a bird shot by an arro
