"The... the small gate on the east side has been..."
The one who spoke was one of Sir Theo's Attendants, who came galloping over in a hurry on a light horse.
The rain was still drizzling. Although it had lightened considerably and the raindrops falling on his Helmet were faint, the damp, clammy feeling would eventually spread, leaving one uncomfortable and bedraggled.
The rain blurred the Attendant's vision, and in his anxiety, he failed to control his horse's Speed. Its hooves struck a muddy puddle, splashing dirty water right onto Baron Velen's face.
With his vision obscured, the Attendant had no idea what he had just done.
Fortunately, Baron Velen didn't seem to mind, casually wiping the mud from his cheek.
"Breached?"
"N-no... not breached... it was opened. The people inside the city opened it!"
'Could there have been some turn of events inside the city? They were so unyielding the other day.'
