"The White Raven," came a soft, unmistakable voice. Thomas. The shade of the boy flickered next to Ludwig without warning, his spectral cloak curling against the breeze. "It's time we finalize your quest. I still have the ring."
Ludwig didn't speak aloud. "You remember the passphrase?"
"Yes," Thomas replied with a nod only Ludwig could see. "We'll handle that when we get there. Hopefully no complications."
Ludwig returned to the present and looked at Robin. "Looks like I have business in Peltora, what about you guys?"
"We're heading to the capital," Robin said. "We've got unfinished work for Lord Baltimore. And we'll be settling there for the time being."
Ludwig stepped down from the carriage and turned as Redd hopped down beside him without invitation. "What?" Ludwig said.
"I'm coming," Redd said, brushing dust off his sleeves. "Got business in Peltora."
"You have an awful lot of business for a bandit," Ludwig murmured under his breath.
