The Special Envoy of the Royal Family set foot in Lyra city on a morning early in the month, exactly four days earlier than the day the City Hall had predicted.
His delegation included eight escorting knights, two secretaries, and three pack horses fully loaded with chests of ledgers. There were no noisy trumpets, no deafening drums, also no flags obscuring the sky as the aristocratic crowd often made a show of every time going down to the provinces. There was only exactly one small flag embroidered with the Royal seal planted at the saddle of the leading person.
The whole delegation traveled up from the South direction, therefore the first place they faced was exactly the checkpoint located on the stream-side strip of land.
