On the second day, the manor saw a surge of visitors—but this time, they were no friends or honored guests of the Lordship. Instead, they were heavily armed and had the general vibe of people who took their jobs way too seriously. Knights, most likely.
Meanwhile, Sir Kai had been living his best (and most inconvenient) life on the roof, a place so far beneath the Lordship's concern that no one had even thought to check it.
It was a decent hiding spot—except for the occasional moment of agony when the sun rudely reminded him that he was, in fact, flammable. Thankfully, Durpol was about as sunny as a dungeon, so those incidents were rare.
From his lofty perch, he had a perfect view of the manor's goings-on. When necessary, he relocated, sometimes masquerading as a very suspicious bird in the branches of a high tree to peer inside. But by now, he was fairly certain—he had seen enough.
