In the study of the Lord's Mansion, Tristan set down the report, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Taking only Fabian and riding Nefarian. My lord... isn't this plan a bit too risky?"
He then shot a look at Barrett, who was standing beside him.
The latter had just come from the training grounds, smelling of sweat and dirt. He had clearly received Tristan's signal, and his voice was low and heavy.
"Lord, this is against protocol. You represent the Grey Marsh Territory; you should have at least a squad of Knights as an escort. It's a matter of dignity, and of safety."
Velin placed a cedarwood gift box into a travel bag, his movements never pausing.
"I'm not going to attend a ceremony, Barrett. I'm going to solve a problem."
He closed the lid of the case and turned to the two of them.
