He sat ready to eat dinner with his Warlady as the cook came in with a face aghast of fright. Comming to the warlord whispering at his ear with a pale face.
The warlord blinked a drip of sweat forming on his forehead wondering how he could bring the news to his Warlady.
Writing down some orders. He passed them to the cook.
Go to the scouts, tell them to ride out. The culprits cannot be far. They may still be on their way home. If we keep an eye out we might yet find who is responsible.
Taking his courage by both hands he finally started.
Me love the treasury has been robbed. And it seems the culprits took our reserves of rose petals and cookies stored there, they must have thought it hold valuable gold. Our whole storage has been stolen.
It was then as he waited for his warlady's response that the first report was brought in. Very quickly they had found some cookie crumbs which had led towards the kingom of Jolin of Foul, with a stuffed Ashwang resting beside the road, who ended having a heart attack as he was discovered.
