They stopped for the night at a small town with crow post. Lucian sent one piece of parchment with two sentences:
Will you tell everyone I'm not a traitor? I don't think your allies will welcome me back with open arms.
Alice had been petting the crows while he tied his letter to a calm looking crow with a little shirt with the words 'Atreaum' embroidered in silver.
"Shouldn't you have written more? Explained about your journey and the situation?"
He shook his head and felt his ponytail swing to and fro. "If she doesn't reply, that's also an answer. And it means we keep moving away from Atreaum. Spending the day dodging her allies isn't fun."
She nodded and pointed to a framed map. "If she doesn't publicly forgive you, the next town we're headed for is called Austmark."
The crow-keeper glanced at her with a smile. "Austmark? Why, that's where I grew up. It's beautiful—and quite peaceful. The last oasis for the undead, I'd say."
