Had Lowland’s gate guards been working at their usual rate, it would have been virtually impossible for Elande to enter the city unnoticed the way that she had done it a few days back when she so nonchalantly walked through their gates under their distracted eyes.
But these were challenging times.
Most of the town’s soldiers had been dispatched to the battleground, and the ones left keeping watch were simple greenhorns that still lacked the instincts their superiors possessed.
So, the battered woman had found no resistance when she’d slithered her way inside those high walls dressed as a humble servant right after stalking and killing that poor innocent girl that had been unfortunate enough to be carelessly doing laundry when the Hathengatter found her and brutally slit her throat at
