"Lord Ameniah, we will proceed with the operations tomorrow in the late morning." which I agree, as Lord Rayn suggests.

To expedite things at hand. I approve of most of the tactics implored by Lord Rayn himself. He deems to lead his own men to attack as an independent squad but I counter it with them as a frontal assault team since they are locals here. Navigating the charge will be convenient if they are the ones who serve as the guidance. Which is my proposed tactics were approved by Lord Rayn. Originally, I would have integrated them - Lord Rayn and his men to be in the main group; whereas Lord Rayn will share a power, with him, as my second-in-command. To further my extension and to bolster supporting my claims, I provide them with a lot of secondaries such as: incendiary, off handed weapons, provisions (our very own prided delicacies), and armory. Lord Rayn and his men seem well-equipped but they are autonomously dependent on our equipment. Their power will be tremendously helpful. Their blood itself is of our utmost disposal. I don't know if I could handle and protect my own troops and Lord Rayn's men's life concurrently.

We drop by in the earliest daybreak where the toll is of yet uptight not in their security. I believe the shift of the duty sentries is about to end at the final hour, which is the sun rising. We have had to capitalize the opportunity because these lads are so tired and drowsy watching the gate for the whole night. No further scouring in this section - East Wing. The other group held their way in the South Gate, where crossing across in the lake filled with reptiles such as alligators and snakes being nestled as a natural barrier in the part of Eisschrein (Eißchrein). The only thing what we (my group) bypass a hurdle is to arrive on time at least late morning as per consensus. Eisschrein is a big place for a pilgrimage. Traversing from East to South takes ten thousand steps, to say the least, is an issue. The influx of traffic may vary, though. This place is reckoned to be one of the most populous settlements of Inglovia. Pilgrims, clerics from other sectors, traders, patrons, and all myriad of the different faces are coming in and out within the town walls of the 'Ice Synagogue'.

"What took you so long, Lord Ameniah?" Lord Rayn speaks with a nuance of rude intonation, but in a calm equery, as we are about to approach the rendezvous point.

"In the edge of thwarts, so, alas, we have come. The sun's peak says we are about half an hour early. What's all about this ranting? Tell me, Lord Rayn?" I sound harsh, since he proposes we will take the long route instead of moving inside in one group.

"Enough of that, gentlemen. At the very least, we have not yet been noticed by the constabulary. Even myself, I am startled that no one is guarding this holy site. Aside from the pilgrimage's manpower, I suppose." Captain Pierre intervenes, as he is trying to separate us more, in anticipation of division.

All of our ships have been docked to the nearest safe port. Free from detrimental throes as possible. We are to engage in a clandestine mission in saving the Augur's life - Lord Gervðas. We stopped by the famous bistro inn. I am very grateful to the news that Lord Rayl has had to spit on us the other day. This piece of information is not of the comparative as any other else. We have taken our breakfast and as well as finished our lunch meal.

"Let us go?" utters by the leader from the other group - Lord Rayn, asking.

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I nod, signifying to lead us the way through and thoroughly inside the labyrinth's alleyway. Rubbing my face with a handkerchief provided by the receptionist, after I have finished eating my meal. I comply: "Yes, indeed. Guide us through, then. Lord Rayn." whereby offering him to support us to this repossessing an article. Which is Lord Gervðas. We take position in accordance with the plan we have formulated. I figure it out after a long and late realization, we are of in the uncharted territory of Eisschrein. Lord Rayl has said, according to his note given exclusively to me: 'The place is ill-guarded, just a bunch of fools roaming around and a heap of rubbish rustling all over the place - ubiquitous.'

I have contacted the group in flesh, which all along with my hubris: "Change of plans. Let's investigate the area." as Lord Rayn's conform to my word with no second thoughts.

We scour each and every household we can manage, the other group has reported that they have found no one. Nothing. As we also do the same. Nothing. Elsewhere or there. As in, nothing. The clues provided by the old geezer of Lord Geoff surely helps but they are ambiguous. Lord Rayn and Captain Pierre have the same sentiment which the idea has also been supported also by my second-in-command, Clyden and The First Mate, Conrad Ma. La Fayette-St. Cruz. The notion that every household must build a basement under the charter of Eisschreinish realms jurisdiction. Oh, how awkward. Displaying their cynicism and their skepticism.

"Alright, let's move out! Search the-... your namesake suspicion." under my instruction, I approve of the knowledge that they have given.

Minutes later, the group of Lord Rayn is under attacked by dubious attackers. Encircled. We respond by their distress signals - shouts, flare searing arrows flown in the sky, clattering of the clashed close quarters combat, and all plethora of calls. We are fortunate that the group withstood the ambush. We save them in the nick of a time. Where Lord Rayn is severely wounded. Perforated traps (left trapezoid or the left clavicle region). All of the group seem to be present here. Before Lord Rayn meets his demise, he utters where the secluded place is that I was talking about. He jabs his pointing finger towards the grim-looking door.

"Thank you, Lord Rayn." whispering through his ear.

I order my men, with the exclusion of Captain Pierre's crew, to do the thing. Double tapped. Topple each and one of them. And before his presence and his eyes, he is witnessing what he ought is not possible.

"What are you doing? This monstrosity you are doing!" Lord Rayn utters with great anger, as I am holding him in my arms.

"This is a breach of our contract. You aren't supposed to do this! You treacherous son of a-..." he adds, as I slit his throat with my swift dagger, covering between the part of his nose and his mouth, to silence him in a covert way.

Moments have passed whilst I am holding Lord Rayn, the rest of the group have come, as Captain Pierre asks: "What did happen?" whereas he is utterly shocked based on the looks of his face. I shake my head, denoting: 'They didn't make it.'. And of course, I fake a tear to convince Captain Pierre who had witnessed me holding the lord. "Rest in peace, man. Rest in peace." where the captain follows it, sympathizing with my action.

After the drama, we storm the house that looks like a dungeon. We slay all of them. Leaving no one behind. From door to door, I have finally located the room.

"Lord Gervðas!" as I am caught out of shock.

"What have they done to you?" I ask, stating the severity of his injury: broken nose, ripped finger, disfigured ear, dislocated, and he seems messed up. Damn!

"Please spare those gentlemen." Lord Gervðas begs, pointing towards a man dressed in an armor - who accepted his capitulation and another one who has been mortified to death but still breathing his last.

A dog to the crown and a possible hermit out of the streets? What possibly offers these lads? Why does the Augur hold them with endearment?