Jovis, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 59th day of Fall, Arenfall
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"Is anyone there?" Prince Arterius shouted. "Stolas? Are you out there?" He called his ward as he rose from his bed.
Nobody was around to tend to him, for some reason, Stolas his trusted friend and ward was gone from their tent. Obviously, after the incident, people would be busy tending to those unfortunate knights who lose their lives fighting the winged beast. But for all he knew, Stolas wasn't the type of person who would leave him with leaving a notice at the side of his bed, letting him know about a few errands he must attend. However, he wasn't able to see a single letter or a note near him.