Night fell quickly in winter. The clock in the Lord's hall had only just passed five, yet the entire Wilderness was already shrouded in a dark curtain. Clusters of bonfires were lit, casting a warm, yellow glow that made High Cliff Castle a beacon in the Wilderness, like a lighthouse guiding lost travelers.
In the Lord's hall, Zat crouched before the fireplace, continuously adding firewood to gradually warm the entire room.
The Lord sat at the head of the table, tapping his fingers. He had called tonight's meeting at the last minute.
All of High Cliff Castle's leaders were present, except for Orak, who had traveled to Bailiu City.
"Zat, for the time being, you'll lead the Guard Team on patrols around High Cliff Castle. Unless I give a direct order, don't let a single outsider in. The only exception is the Duchess."
