"You're not going today?"
Considering it's Wednesday, I find it odd that Draven is skipping work in the middle of the week.
Ignoring his usual captain of the guard uniform, he opt for a similar, but slightly ore casual
version of it.
"Going to work with a reckoning in place is not required. My father has called an announcement
for the Town square of each village. The crier will choose at least thirty people from each of the
ten sectors who are required to make their presence known in the castle this afternoon for the
announcement. They'll be the Representatives of their sectors and deliver the news."
No matter how much he explains this process to me, I can't keep the worry lines off my face.
Ever since breakfast, I've had such an uneasy feeling.
"There's not a thing you need to
