u/Gone_Fishing_Boom

Lord Tremayne suffered an injury while stopping his druid from attacking the Salt Sister.

Using this as an excuse he is delaying his trip north and spending the winter recovering.

Sir Tyrholt Merdith and his men have encountered some kind of skeletal dragon.

Lord Osric has received the news that King Cnut has been assassinated, and High King Merival

is pushing him to take the throne of Priad Blesh.

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Muttered curses littered the benches. Evil looks flicked toward the young lord like thrown knives.

Lord Merdith, seated directly across the table, leaned forward, lips curled in contempt.

“My son is twice the man you will ever be, Harwis.” he hissed, loud enough for half the hall to hear.

The insult struck like a gauntlet across the face.

Would he rise in wrath, or swallow the insult with knightly courtesy?

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