Darion folded the letter and put it in his jacket.
He decided he wasn't going to waste time. He wasn't going to even take a break. Instead he was going to try and make those fifteen days count.
This was a big threat to Percvale, if they losed the farmlands to Valdenmoor, that would basically be the end of the Barony.
A farmland, now with a good soil that made crops grow faster so they could be harvested faster would be invaluable to them. And if Darion was to somehow get the coins and pay them, he was certain they wouldn't be returning the land.
They had no mines or anything else apart from those farmlands.
The farmlands were the key to Percvale being successful again!
After the evening meal, Darion sat on the edge of his bed and thought through how the infiltration would go.
The first infiltration had been clean. No alarm, detection or a one near-miss that he had managed before it became a problem.
