Keme
Ambling along the dusty road, Keme was mostly immersed in a daze as he wandered along the pathway he had travelled on so many times before . The Coyote found himself feeling a litlte aprehensive about visiting his King. What if the King was fed up of his stalemate in news? That would suddenly mean that they would probably find a younger and more enthusiastic spy to fill Keme's place while he was tossed out of his job to find his own way in the world. Would he manage working a 'normal' job? No. He simply wasn't the type. So instead of Visiting the King, he decided that he would just send his report instead...It would probably be safer that way.
His eyes flicked around his surroundings noticing that it was unusually quiet for he had not passed many animals at all over the two hour period that he had been wandering along at a steady pace for the sake of his sore paws. While constructing his report he would probably make something up just to please the King. Would the King really go to all the trouble just to find out about one little white lie? Probably not thought Keme, but sometimes he was a little too vague for his own good.
Reaching Impero, he made his way to his small home on the outside of the Kingdom, settling himself down in the blank mess that he called his home...
His home was essentially a cave that he had called his own for 6 years now. The front was shielded by a few dry dead weeds that inched their way along the rock hiding the entrance that Keme had to push his way through to get into the bland interior.
Inside it was nothing that special, a few mangled old bits of furniture stood lining the walls that he hardly ever used apart from the half collapsed bed of soft cotton that laid sprawlled across the floor. The only other thing that Keme ever paid attention to was the desk made out of old faded black rock where a few screwed up clumps of paper sat on the floor and the desk. Other than that he was never at his home long enough for him to pay it any special attention so he simply just let it rot.
Seated at his desk, he started to write:
" Dear My King,
On my recent Visit to Eramaa and Tansanko, I have constructed this report in reply to my visit in which I shall send to you as soon as I have completed it. Below are my findings:
Wanderers: The General is forming new battle plans. Standby for a Possible invasion. I shall venture back to Eramma where I shall investigate this matter further. Recent Mudslide has occurred in Forte, possible weakness for the clan.
Starters: Discovered a weapon that they are constructing, affected by No wood Exports from Eramaa.
These are my findings on my recent trip and I shall be venturing to The Wanderer and Starter clans soon to invesitage further what they are up to.
Yours,
Keme.
"A few little lies won't hurt." Keme muttered to himself slightly amused by his creativity on such matters such as these. Making up untruthful statements had somewhat become to norm for Keme now after the lack of information he has been gathering from his subjects as of late. He'd do anything to keep his job and he was certainly going out of his way to prevent being dismissed by the King.