Nathaniel gritted his teeth as he stopped himself from pacing back and forth. It had been two days since the assassination attempt on his beloved fiancée and second brother. Two days with no clues or leads.
His father had assigned a few knights to interrogate the prisoners, leaving Nathaniel out of it. He had faith that they would have been able to gather some information out of the prisoners, but so far no one was talking. And Nathaniel couldn't take it any longer. His patience was wearing thin.
A knock sounded on the door. "Your Highness, your guest has arrived." A servant informed him before opening the door to the reception room.
"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me," Nathaniel greeted the masked man.
His guest, the 'guild master' of Dor-Shey Da'at, the top information guild in the kingdom, entered. The towering man was dressed in the usual cloak that he wore and a mask was covering half of his face.
