Ryan and Eleanor opened their respective folders.
The documents inside were thick, neatly organised and stamped with official seals of the Rupes kingdom in red ink. Ryan skimmed the first couple pages, then slowed and began actually reading.
They contained his fake backstory.
He was listed as a native of the Rupes Kingdom, from the Rupes mountains in a town near where the fortresses Ryan passed were. Rockingham, a modest settlement nestled deep into the mountains. A mining and trade village, due to being so close to the fortresses that were currently defending against the Elves, the military escorts that were meant to bring Ryan away from the town were halted.
Believable I guess.
Eleanor leaned over and scanned Ryan's page before returning to her own. "Same town," she murmured, "convenient."
