"Good afternoon, Adrian."
"Good afternoon, Father. How was your meeting?"
My father wasn't surprised that I knew about it, clearly having guessed I'd spoken to my mother first.
"It went as well as could be expected. I know you're surprised about the two guards I sent, so I'll get straight to the point. Two of our carriages were attacked during transport from Alderton City. Many of our people died and valuable cargos were stolen."
My eyebrows furrowed at the news. Our family crest was prominently displayed on all our carriages, and for someone to attack them even after seeing that symbol, and still being capable of killing our people, meant these weren't amateur bandits. This was a premeditated plan executed by competent adversaries.
"Is there anyone alive for questioning?" I asked, though I suspected the answer was no.
