"Go to Safehouse W", Nathan had ordered.
Some could have taken offence at the curt barked orders. But not Hannah. She was used to this kind of speech from the man she trusted more than any other in the Kingdom. Other than Antonio that is.
Slipping on her Cloak of Silence she made her way carefully to the safehouse to avoid being seen. Once there she made herself comfortable in the unusual living quarters.
Listening to the sounds of the gypsies singing and going about their daily work pleased her and she fell asleep thinking of Antonio and Dorian - praying that history wasn't going to repeat itself again...
Nathan sighed as he thought of the events of last night.
He penned a brief report to the Queen thus:
"Dawn,
My apologies for the brief note.
Trouble brewing in NuJelm.
Cant waste time writing up reports.
Have things under control - have implemented cunning plan "J" so we can keep an eye on the situation.
N"