The scout gave a crisp nod. "Understood…"
"The Commander ordered thirty men to escort Priest Gorr's body back, each with three Cliffstriders. They'll ride day and night, switching mounts. Should reach Beastfall City in three days."
He paused, as if debating whether to say more.
"Alright, then we'll just take a nice stroll back," the Commander said casually, leaning back against the broad back of his mount. He even crossed his legs.
The subordinate blinked in disbelief. Shouldn't we be rushing back?
This was the Gorr family we were talking about—three priests from one bloodline. With one dead, Beastfall City would erupt into chaos. That old man from the Gorr clan would definitely use this as leverage to pressure the old City Lord.
Shouldn't we head back and support the City Lord?
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Meanwhile, Ethan knew nothing of the events unfolding far away.
He stood still, scanning his surroundings carefully.
