"Brains aren't something everyone is blessed with!" The diarist looked at Moya with disdain, shook his head, and didn't bother to explain how he had arrived so quickly.
"How did he get here?" Knowing that he wouldn't get a straight answer out of that fellow, Moya turned and asked the soldier responsible for guarding the diarist.
"My Lord Diarist just took a couple of looks outside the city and came straight to the center!" The soldier naturally dared not hide anything.
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