Preparing for the Expedition [3]

The soft, ethereal shimmer of the concealment barrier hummed quietly along the library walls, sealing the four figures in absolute privacy.

Once the initial shock of Annie's enchanted spell had subsided and everyone had taken their seats around the dark mahogany table, Craig placed both palms flat against the brown parchment map of the Northern Continent.

His golden-crimson eyes swept over his three companions, his expression turning deathly serious.

"Before we delve into our route and logistics, I must reiterate the most crucial mandate of this entire campaign," Craig spoke, his deep voice carrying a sharp, heavy weight that demanded absolute discipline.

"This expedition must be executed under the shroud of absolute, ironclad secrecy. Not a single soul outside this room—save for His Grace—must ever learn that we have crossed the border into the North."

He paused, letting his gaze linger on Ser Hughway and Ser Damian.