Noah left after talking with Kyle for a while, and Kyle went back to training.
Starting from the next day, Noah's letters became very short.
They were just one or two sentences long.
"Still fighting."
"More pressure from the Naga Covenant."
There was no good news.
The picture painted by Noah seemed grim.
Two weeks after the horrible meeting, another meeting of note took place.
The Crown Prince just dealt with the usual topics, but this time, he had a more official matter to bring up with Kyle.
"The Central Frontlines are planning an attack," he said. "This time, it's the Stark Brotherhood's turn to guard our backs. We need ten Grandmasters for two weeks."
Kyle nodded. "Is this an official request from the Skysand Kingdom?"
"Yes," the Crown Prince answered.
"Alright, when do you need them? I'll tell my Guild right away," Kyle said.
"In six days," the Crown Prince said.
