Sir Duren had been locked in the dungeon for a full three days now.
He knew he had truly offended the New Emperor this time and wondered how he would be dealt with; it wasn't impossible that he could be killed.
But Duren did not regret his choice, he was just somewhat worried about his wife and daughter.
Knowing that meeting with Gars might be more dangerous than not, the former Imperial Forest Guard Captain had already sent them out of the city the night before the coronation ceremony to seek refuge with his cousin, who had a piece of land in Elk Valley.
As Duren was wondering when Shelly and Yimer would reach Elk Valley, he saw an object flying overhead and land on the pile of straw in front of him.
Duren was startled.
He did not recognize the small, black box and hesitated about whether to hand it over to the dungeon guards when suddenly a voice rang in his ear.
"Sir Duren."
"Who?!"
