But orders are orders; he was reluctant to become the one who leads in disobeying directives from above, especially in such a critical time of war. The wanted notice from the Knights would undoubtedly be posted on the walls of the Five Realms Fortress—something he couldn't prevent. By then, everyone would know that the mage in the red robe was an enemy of the entire Light Temple.
Wislin sat behind his desk, all reports about supplies, reconnaissance, and soldier drills tossed aside, with only two letters in front of him. After a long while, he finally stood up, donned his full armor, picked up the new sword—a gift from Lynch—and strode out of the room.
"I'm going to the Griffin Camp!" he commanded the guards outside, "No one is allowed to enter my room before I return!"
The young man on duty at the door saluted him sternly, rapping his right hand heavily on his breastplate. Wislin nodded, reassured, and left the Five Realms Fortress.
