"An Inquisitor changes everything."
Nyx spoke with a ghostly tone. While lying on our bellies in the cool ferns above the road, we watched the column approach. The Inquisitor rode like a statue with his helmet's dark hood covering his face. Ten men in crimson and black flanked him. The King's Guard's calm, deadly accuracy made the regular Guards appear like farmers.
"He's not here for the war," Caelan whispered as he regarded the man. "He has a job to do here." A peaceful one.
The killing. The king or queen saw or cut him with the royal knife.
After hearing the ghost's cold logic, I said, "We need to move the timeline up." Before that man arrives, Rowan must be removed from the stronghold. Once inside, he'll head to the West Keep. He can kill her immediately.
"And what about our distr
