might know. I can't recall his name, but if you ask around, I'm sure someone can help point you in the right direction."

"Thank you! Thank you very much!"

"Not a problem at all, my dear sir!" Sylphanus began leading Drake out of the room by the arm. "Well, you really should be going now. It certainly was a pleasure to meet you. I wish you the best of luck on your quest!"

"Thank you again! It was a pleasure to meet you, too, sir!" Drake let himself be led out of the room and he then promptly headed for the main door. His heart was racing again. His destiny had not been thwarted! Once he found the enchanted sword of the prophecy, Halfeagle's reign of terror would finally come to an end.

His mind racing with visions of heroic glory, Drake walked back out into the street and turned toward the market square to find his sword and his destiny.

Sylphanus, after making certain the warrior was gone, calmly walked over the bodies of the dead to a nearby table. Set upon the ancient, carved surface was a stack of parchment, a quill with ink, and a pigeon in a cage. Taking the quill, Sylphanus wrote a note on a piece of the parchment.

A man by the name of Drake is hunting you. He should be arriving within the next few days.

Your loyal servant,

Sylphanus

Tying the note to the pigeon's leg, Sylphanus then placed the bird into a box stored under the table. He sealed the box and called out for one of his servants.

"Have this delivered to Halfeagle at once," Sylphanus commanded after his servant arrived.

"As you wish, sire!" the servant replied before leaving with the box to attend his duty.

Whistling cheerfully, Sylphanus walked out of the room and headed to his chambers to change clothes before going into town. He had decided to spend the remainder of his day at the market, shopping for a new wife.

*

Simon barely noticed Drake as the warrior walked out of the manor. The quandary he was striving to solve occupied the majority of his attention. The options bounced around in his brain to the extent a lesser man would have given up or gone insane. But Simon was no lesser man; he was the Captain of the House Guard and nothing was beyond the grasp of his mental prowess!

"Let pass... or join my comrades in death," he muttered for the fiftieth time.

Drake was long out of sight and on his way to the fulfillment of his destiny by the time the answer settled into Simon's mind.

"That's it! I have it!" the guard announced victoriously. "I choose..."

End

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