"Sir Arthur!"
A mage rushed out of the back entrance of the Duke's Tower, her head turning left and right as she scanned the place for the knight who was supposed to be resting.
By that time the sun had almost risen and the entire order of knights was participating in their usual duties as they slowly woke up for the day or went to sleep depending on which duty schedule they were on.
The mages, who weren't normally early risers, were insistent on taking care of Sir Arthur because he was beloved to the knighthood. The Duke would certainly pay them well and treat them kindly if they proved themselves worthy healers.
However, Sir Arthur wasn't making their job easier by getting up in the middle of the night to go outside. When the mage whose turn it was to check on Arthur found his bed empty, she panicked and ran throughout the tower until she saw people already outside.
The red-headed knight turned to the door where the mage had emerged.
