Margrave Reinhardt of House Parbon was diligently reading through all of the reports that he’d gotten this morning. Undead attacks had become more prevalent, and so he was much more proactive in looking for anomalies. Abominations from the Order of the Rose were more common everywhere, and the nearby Low Way of the Rose was proving particularly problematic. Indeed, he had a meeting with someone from the Stonepetal Sentinels today.
A knock disturbed him from his reading, and the margrave looked up. His aide entered, and he fixed his ruby eyes on the man.
“Eh… margrave, there’s…” the man began hesitantly. “The king, queen, and princess are here. Their knight-commander Galamon acts as escort.”
Margrave Reinhardt leaned back in his chair, flabbergasted. “You mean… they’re coming here, soon,” he sought to confirm.
“No, sir. They’re here,” the aide insisted. “I… have them in a guest room, but…”The margrave ran his hand through his rich, red hair, completely caught off balance. “I’ll…” he set down his papers. “I suppose I have to… greet them, then.” He shook his head, trying to dispel the daze. “Are you certain this is…? Never mind,” he dismissed before his aide could answer. He rose to his feet, preparing to head out to entertain the royalty’s whim.
Some of Durran’s cheer waned. “Well… it might be that I made a large bet with someone.” He scratched his cheek quietly. “And that someone might be a certain Alchemist.”
“The Alchemist?” Argrave’s face grew somber. “Durran… you didn’t…?”
“But, uh, we can get to that later,” Durran waved his hands away. “Let’s talk, let’s catch up! How has everyone been?”
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