The night passes as Norri returns to the servant's quarters, Jericho carouses with the Evenwood soldiers and Whitney awaits Kyrie, who fails to return that night with any news of the negotiation. As sunlight pierces through the cracks and openings in the stone towers and garrison, the members of the Fist are woken by court pages, which summon them to the castle's dining hall.
The five are seated on a table that is elevated by a pavilion adjacent to one of the walls. Armored men, a few probably knights, and the rare dandy are seated on benches at floor-level. Large trays of venison, boar, and steak are placed on the various tables in preparation for the order to feast.
Fifteen minutes pass before the Lord finally enters through the large wooden doors, Kyrie at his side, her arm winded through his. When they reach the center of the pavilion, she takes a seat on the opposite side of the Lord relative to the party. The guards, knights, and nobles, once involved in rousing conversation, fall silent.
The Lord smiles at the Fist briefly, then looks to his men, his mouth opening to unleash a booming voice, "My vassals, Telmor has smiled on our house today!!! For the Lord of Fate has prompted the crown to acknowledge the service we have rendered to Hoarts and the Gods alike in battling against their enemies!!! No longer are we the mere equals of the tyrannical Vespacites that share this Valley, but have been given dominion over the Yellow Fields. You feast today not at the grace of merely Lord Evenwood, but instead Lord Evenwood, Marshal of the Yellow Valley!!" With that, everyone in the room erupts in wild cheers, which are soon to be equaled only by the rhythmic stomping of feet from the men of arms.... The Lord begins to yell over the noise without discouraging it, "We go to war with faith that any land we conquer is to be Evenwood, whether occupied by tree or wheat!!"
The five are seated on a table that is elevated by a pavilion adjacent to one of the walls. Armored men, a few probably knights, and the rare dandy are seated on benches at floor-level. Large trays of venison, boar, and steak are placed on the various tables in preparation for the order to feast.
Fifteen minutes pass before the Lord finally enters through the large wooden doors, Kyrie at his side, her arm winded through his. When they reach the center of the pavilion, she takes a seat on the opposite side of the Lord relative to the party. The guards, knights, and nobles, once involved in rousing conversation, fall silent.
The Lord smiles at the Fist briefly, then looks to his men, his mouth opening to unleash a booming voice, "My vassals, Telmor has smiled on our house today!!! For the Lord of Fate has prompted the crown to acknowledge the service we have rendered to Hoarts and the Gods alike in battling against their enemies!!! No longer are we the mere equals of the tyrannical Vespacites that share this Valley, but have been given dominion over the Yellow Fields. You feast today not at the grace of merely Lord Evenwood, but instead Lord Evenwood, Marshal of the Yellow Valley!!" With that, everyone in the room erupts in wild cheers, which are soon to be equaled only by the rhythmic stomping of feet from the men of arms.... The Lord begins to yell over the noise without discouraging it, "We go to war with faith that any land we conquer is to be Evenwood, whether occupied by tree or wheat!!"