Few hours ago
It was a bright and scorchy afternoon, and the spy knights could be seen working diligently as usual, carefully surveying their surroundings and brainstorming ingenious ways to infiltrate the hideout and free the captives. They were eight in number this time, including the one who arrived with D'andre, although D'andre himself was nowhere to be seen.
"How much time has passed since Lord D'andre left?"
One of the spy knights, his voice low and measured, inquired telepathically of his colleagues.
"About three hours."
"Hmm, how long did he say his journey would take?"
"Three hours."
"Hmm…"
The spy knight hummed softly and returned to his former position, his mind abuzz with anticipation.
Just a few seconds after the conversation, the familiar disturbance of a teleportation wind signaled someone's arrival; in the very next moment, D'andre materialized—but he was not alone.
