Prologue
“Sir.” The young Battlemaster called out as his Master turned away. The man sighed and turned. “I did not come to my position at such a young age by chance. There is a reason I’m the youngest Battlemaster on record.” The man remained where he was, silent, with his hands clasped in front of him. The Battlemaster shifted the stack of papers in his arms and glanced back as his assistant approached from behind to take the stack from his arms. He passed them back and then turned to his Master again. He opened his mouth to continue but stopped when a voice shouted down the hall towards them.
“Sir Kale, your presence has been requested in the stables.” One of his men stopped at the other end of the hall and then turned and ran back when he received a nod. Kale turned back to his Master who watched him thoughtfully but then turned and started back down the hallway. He sighed.
“I think we almost have him Phen.”
