Volkhard was laying down in the grass, one arm covering his eyes to protect them from the sunshine. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He wasn't quite asleep, although it was not that far away.
But then a shadow fell over him, blocking out the warmth that he had been soaking up during his nap. One eye cracked open, and he frowned as he faced the intruder. "What the hell do you want?" he growled, his voice a bit raspy.
"A prisoner escaped," the woman said. "The outsider, the one who's been here for years. We need you to hunt him down and bring him back to serve the remainder of his punishment."
Letting out a long sigh, Vokhard sat up. "Give me ten minutes to get ready," he said. "And then twenty-four hours to find the bastard."