On the rooftop of a building in the central court of Bain Fortress, two figures were peeking downwards.
The wind, carrying sand, forced the two to continually adjust their hoods. The person on the left nudged the other with an elbow and pointed ahead, saying, "Look over there." In the direction he pointed, through the faint squall, column after column of knights were advancing along the courtyard's gallery, converging towards the north—where the main structure of the fortress lay, the residence of Nulman Ig Harman Aymur—Bain Castle.
"What are they doing?"
"It can't be that we've been exposed," the other person said, pulling at the brim of their hat, looking puzzled at the scene. "Otherwise, they should be heading this way."
The first person uncertainly asked, "Then the Chairman asked us to scout the other side's movements, does this count as something significant?"
