You're standing in the yard with Sir Markvart von Aulitz, Lord Otto vin Bergow, and Erik. You were a having a chat about their soon to be victory - When a messenger suddenly comes through the gate with an odd urgency.
Messenger: "Your graces! King Sigismund is convening the town council, but first he requests your presence is the Sedletz Monastery... Without delay." he dismounts his horse
"What's all the urgency about?" You ask, resting your hand on your sword hilt
Messenger: "Surely you must know that yourself, my Lord. The captors fled Trosky castle and killed I拧tv谩n T贸th while escaping." The messenger look over all of us. Erik's jaw clenches. He shakes his head softly.
"What...?" Erik's bottom lip quivers "That...That's not possible. It's a lie!"
The messenger takes a step back, looking at Erik
Messenger: "It's true. Lord...Lord T贸th is dead."
Erik just stares off beyond the messenger, his lip beginning to quiver. He let's out a huff before drawing his sword and letting out a shout of anger, killing the dog that stood before him. The village woman standing by gasps, covering her mouth
"WHO?! SPEAK!" *Erik points the sword at the messenger, his hand shaking in anger.
Messenger: "T-The other messenger said something about Kobyla's bastard and... And some outlaws." He puts his hands up
"I swear... By everything that is holy, I will find that whoreson and I'll rip his heart out!" Erik growls before looking over at us and storming off in anger. We watch as he mounts his horse and rides off.
"Shit... I'll get him." You huff and walk over to your horse, quickly mounting it and riding off towards Erik.