Upon hearing the news, Connor finishes whatever immediate task he is working on and excuses himself, not waiting for acknowledgment or consent.
A short time later, a hooded figure appears atop a sand dune in the Spirit Dunes, a few miles from Spellgard. He sends his hand into a pocket of his long coat and withdraws a single dart. He holds it in the palm of his hand for a few moments, his arm outstretched a bit so the wind can flow through the dart's fins. At last, in a swirl of bright magic, dart vanishes from his hand, never to reappear anywhere. The man lowers his hand and speaks quietly to the desert wind.
"Well played, Sam", he says, letting his voice float away in the air.
A few moments later, the man vanishes again, and the footprints where he once stood are soon consumed by the shifting sands.