"A war…"
The messenger gasped for air, obviously exhausted from the distance he'd covered, running from Lord Ellian's manor down to the Mercenary Guild building.
He took a few seconds to catch his breath before finally speaking again.
"A war is coming! Lord Ellian has requested the assistance of every one of you." The messenger said in one sentence.
Damien and Arielle didn't wait with the others to hear all the messenger had to say and immediately headed outside to go confirm for themselves.
The moment Damien and Arielle stepped out of the Mercenary Guild, another guard rushed toward them, his face flushed with urgency.
"Sir Damien! Lady Arielle!" he called out, barely stopping himself from stumbling.
Damien raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?"
"The Town Lord," the guard gasped, catching his breath. "Lord Ellian is calling for you both. Immediately."
Arielle folded her arms. "Why us specifically?"
The guard straightened, his eyes serious.
