Kincaid explained to Anton and Zion that he had to leave this night. The information, starting as rumors and now given more weight by observations by some a team of Mistborn Rangers, was too much to ignore any longer, or pass off to someone of lower rank.
“I think there’s something to this, and I need to check it out myself,” the Spymaster said quietly. “I’ll head into Narlmarches with some of Sly’s men, and see what I can find to the west, and then we’ll break south and make a loop. If there’s some kind of keep or stronghold deep in the forest – from what I’ve heard it looks like at the western edge of our charter area – then we need to know about it. And if the lizard folk we know are to the south and west are gathering in greater numbers, we need to know why, and how many.”
Anton and Zion listened and absorbed Kincaid’s words. “Agreed,” nodded Anton as he looked at Zion. “We can handle the agitator, and we look forward to your swift return.”
Kincaid said a quick goodbye and good luck to his fellow Kings, and made for the stable. It was already after nightfall, and in plain traveler’s clothes he hoped to slip out of Tuskwater Keep unnoticed. A squad of Rangers waited on him northwest of town, ready to press on into the dense forest that very night.