Darion woke, and the problems from the previous day returned immediately.
The six days deadline, the inventory empty apart from the wild wolf and valdenmoor now aware that something deliberate was happening.
He lay still for about thirty seconds,acknowledged all of it, and got up.
The morning was moving already when he came downstairs. He could hear the usual sounds of the castle doing it's thing, maret in the kitchen, Wulfric somewhere outside and the distant noise of the barracks.
He ate quickly, standing at the kitchen doorway, and told Maret not to prepare anything elaborate for the rest of the day.
Through the window he could see Seren heading toward the farmland with her two knight escorts, the leather pack across her shoulder.
