The Emissary from the Highlands of Kamkarra arrived in the middle of the night. His horse clattered through the narrow streets of Kamkarra's outskirts and reigned to a stop in one of the open squares on the far side of Kamkarra harbour. The rider stood in his stirrups and looked around, then, having found his bearing, spurred his horse again. White, foam-flecked sputum flew from the panting horse's mouth as it sped forwards.
Minutes later, guards outside Triu's chambers held the man at swordpoint as another guard led the trembling horse away.
The rider, too, shook from his exertion.