True to Lucien's word about a group of knights who will be looking for him later. Two days after Lucien had finally regained his strength, a group of mounted knights arrived at the village, their banners fluttering in the morning wind as they approached the wooden gate.
Their armor gleamed and looked polished beneath the sun, bronze and leather marked with the sigil of House Halvine, and their presence alone made several villagers freeze in place, uncertain whether to greet them or hide.
The captain of the knights dismounted first. He's a tall man with a stern face, streaked with gray at the temples, his eyes sharp with concern rather than pride. He approached the gate and gave the gate guard a respectful nod, keeping his tone calm.
"We are searching for Young Lord Lucien Halvine," he said. "Has he passed through this village?"
One of the guards, still holding his spear, hesitated before answering, then nodded. "Oh, yes. We found him when he was badly wounded."
