LORD REVANDREL
“Repeat what you just said to me,” I said calmly, sliding my arms into the outstretched sleeves of a black robe woven with gold-plated threads held out for me.
The two sentries looked visibly uncomfortable behind their commander, Jaffa.
The Head of Security cleared his throat. “She, um... left the premises, my lord. The female you gave specific orders about. She is... gone.”
I nodded slowly as a servant fastened the gold buttons at my cuffs. “Jaffa.”
“Y-yes, Your Lordship.”
“I have lived a very rough existence and encountered many unskilled people along the way, but even I am amazed by your level of incompetence.”
The security head had the grace to look ashamed. “Forgive me, my lord. A search party is already out combing the area as we speak—”
“Call them back.”
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