Prince Fahad took out a sheet of paper, and began to write.
"I will prepare an introduction for the King of Albroles. Obviously, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to show up unannounced, but it shouldn't be difficult to arrange for him to send an official invitation to court.
Give it a day or two, and I should be ready to take our repentant mage to Albroles, and perhaps we can get things sorted out fast enough to save Westleby," he decided.
"Save Westleby?" Dominic asked.
"With no working age men left, just a bunch of seniors to protect the women and children, how long do you think that they will be able to hold off bandits, refugees and pirates?
The city is all but doomed if nobody sends a large military force there to secure it, and it will be a matter of weeks, if not days, before it is too late for them."
Everyone turned to stare at Dominic.
"What? It's not my fault that all their men were soldiers."
