While on business in Graeyica, you've stopped to rest for a few days at Windmontley. It is the last day at the inn before you leave, when suddenly one of the nobility appeared. Clad in battle-scarred, tremendously thick plate armor that most men would struggle to even lift, this man towered over the room with a massive, wolf-headed warhammer slung casually over one pauldron. He didn't look like the younger brother of the realm's most powerful lord at all, but more like a mercenary ready to swing.
However, he turned out to be quite the jovial fellow and bought rounds for everyone.
You got to talking with him over a drink.
You got to talking with him over a drink.
Hey, let me ask you a question... What qualities do you suppose are most important for a ruler to have? I've been thinking about this ever since my brother became Lord of the Eastern Mark. And aside from bravery, I'm at a total loss...