Blood at the Threshold

I’m digging through Kaelen’s company financials when I hear the screeching of the kestrels. Both Myra and Xylia had decided that, as ranked members, they should take part in the patrols when they aren’t working. It gives them a chance to fly and also protects our borders. I may not understand what they are saying, but the tenor of their shrill chirping is very clear.

“Danger!”

I’m up and moving in