"Have you heard?" A knight approached a group of South Neva Union knights who were resting at the campfire. "The messenger hasn't returned from the capital city. I think they were killed," he said as he sat down among the knights.
"Yeah, we heard. We were talking about it as well," the other knight answered as he nodded his head, staring blankly at the bread in his hand. "I don't know about this. I have a weird feeling that keeps gnawing me," he muttered.
The other knights stared at the campfire, watching the flame devour the woods and listening to the crackling sound in silence. They felt the same thing that something didn't feel right, even though they had gone through something like this countless times in the past. They were all seasoned knights, yet they felt uneasy about the situation.
