I had barely stepped into my tent, away from the others, when the hardened dirt floor in front of me seemed to liquefy. A silhouette emerged without a sound, rising straight from the darkness itself. Ragnar, his face impassive, was lit by the faint bluish glow of a mana stone he held in his hand.
"I bring information from my master," he announced, his voice flat.
"Eleanor? What's so urgent? It's dangerous to come here unannounced..."
"The risk is justified, The Predator," he cut in. "Master received information, through one of our spies infiltrated in the Pendragon household, that Godwin is on his way."
"Godwin?" I repeated, my mind racing. "Who could have informed him about this mission? It was supposed to be discreet."
"There is a mole. Someone talked. The details of the itinerary, the composition of the group... everything leaked."
