Early morning twilight brought chaos to the Dunn camp.
It started just as the sky was starting to lighten with Sir Cynwrig dashing through the camp in his dressing gown, clutching a piece of parchment and shouting for his wife, Cerys, and his son Dalwyn.
Several servants rubbed sleep from their eyes, emerging from their tents to the sight of one of the Dunn's proudest knights looking like a lunatic without so much as socks on his feet as he rushed toward the lines of horses where one of the servants had just noticed that a horse was missing.
