“Just some official knight work, don’t worry about it.”
After several more fights, Foley entered the ring, carrying a shield on each arm. “Flare Burst!”
Fireballs shot from the end of his staff and bombarded Foley like artillery, releasing thermal and concussive energy, yet the dwarf remained undaunted. I’m still broken.”
“Nonsense. For many nobles, this was disastrous. God has turned his back on me, and rightfully so. “Sir Berholm, what can I do for you?”
“I was hoping we could speak in private. My father spent twenty years preparing for the Profane to arrive, and I shall finish what he started. I myself have been bested a few times since we were knighted. Berholm’s focus on Galvin wasn’t simply for the young king’s safety, but to try and satiate the gnawing unease he felt. My brother and I wish to celebrate our reunion. Though we gained new territory, most of the land is still wild and untamed, and cannot yet provide the assets and wealth needed for this new conflict.”
“While unwelcome, this tax increase is not equal across the board.
