They've sent no word back, either. They may have
[cdb]been ambushed by Imperial stragglers.
Your Majesty, I bear troubling news from one of our
[cdb]scouting units.
A squadron of mages has been spotted laying an
[cdb]ambush in the forest ahead. They surely hope to
[cdb]obstruct our march.
I can only assume they're what's left of the ones we
[cdb]faced in Ailell.
It's difficult to say. But given the situation, there's a
[cdb]high probability the search party we sent out to find
[cdb]the emperor has been attacked.
No... We must hurry, Your Majesty.
Your Majesty! We've confirmed the locations of the
[cdb]commander and the Ashen Demon...
But they're locked in heated combat!
Not only that, but it appears as though the
[cdb]commander's the one who instigated it!
What?!
Ah... We should be off. The situation is one we must
[cdb]attend to ourselves.
You almost make it sound like you expected this.
Our mercenary friend feared a time would come
[cdb]when they turn their blade on us.
They've worried for many moons now that one day
[cdb]they may end up like Cornelia or Myson.
Losing control, transforming, and attacking their
[cdb]friends, that is.
I promised I would put them down if such events
[cdb]came to pass.
...
We should embark at once, Your Majesty. There's not
[cdb]a moment to waste.