Frejlurd had finally arrived at the palace. His expression was heavy with unease as he approached the grand hall, the place where the Baron was seated on the large couch. Estefan, poised and calm, awaited the report that the Commander was about to deliver.
But Frejlurd didn't begin right away. His hesitation lingered, weighted with guilt because after all he had failed to rescue the missing women in time and now he had to face the consequences of that failure.
"We have located them," Frejlurd finally broke the silence, his voice firm but tinged with remorse. He placed the report carefully onto the polished teapoy for the Baron to inspect. "But... unfortunately, we were too late. All three are dead."
His admission shook him more than he cared to show. It was more than a failure, it was a shame. Yet Estefan's tone remained steady and almost comforting.
