A Mild Interrogation And An Upcoming Tornament
Back in the border town, the crescent moon hung overhead, casting its silvery glow over the snow-covered homes. In an alley away from the inn where Leona and Hestria were sound asleep, Oliver was carrying out a little interrogation of the guards whom he had knocked out of their horses.
Oliver, with a cold expression, stood over the two guards he had subdued. The alley was dimly lit, and the chilly night air added tension to the scene. He crossed his arms and spoke with authority.
"Now, gentlemen, I hope you've had a good nap. We need to have a little chat," Oliver said, his eyes narrowing. "I want answers, why don't you guys tell me here you were headed and what you were up to."