Kalanfor, outskirts.
The robin is circling above the sky, its silver-white feathers seemingly merging with the dappled light in the air.
"Is it here?"
Xia Nan looked at the somewhat dilapidated wooden cabin in front of him and asked.
Behind him, the accompanying guard nodded to confirm:
"Yes, sir."
At this moment, he and the half orc had left the graveyard, bringing a team of guards, to the residence of the individual described in Ingram's poem.
As for our dedicated sheriff, he is escorting the Tomb Guardian to the church—
With the Priest's protection and under the gaze of the Divine, it is nearly the safest place in all of Kalanfor.
After delivering the Tomb Guardian for detention, he would immediately come to meet the two of them.
There was nothing unusual.
Unlike the Guardian's house in the cemetery before, the wooden cabin in front looked just as worn, but was overall kept very clean.
