The Goldheart estate was fully awake and alive by late morning.
The scent of oil and steel drifted in from the training courtyard — Kent was already at it again, his sword singing against Captain Baren's.
Raiden, however, had a different mission today.
He wandered through the main hall with both hands clasped behind his back, whistling softly as he peered into one room after another. Every door he opened revealed the same thing — no Sir Leonard.
A maid passed by with folded linens, curtsying quickly.
"Good morning, young master."
"Morning! Have you seen Sir Leonard?"
"He stepped out, my lord. Said he'd return shortly."
Raiden frowned. "Stepped out? Where to?"
She hesitated, as if unsure whether to reveal the details. "I'm afraid I didn't hear, sir. I believe he said something about retrieving a letter."
Raiden sighed dramatically. "Of course. The one day I'm actually ready to train, my teacher decides to run errands."
