The four lords I had captured and brought back from Basel were gathered in one place.
We were in Hissen, Rosenheim's frontline fortress village.
Sir Heindel, Lord of Wischelbach.
Sir Helixen, Lord of Hagenhausen.
Baron Grossent, Lord of Landschaft.
Sir Handendorf, Lord of Birsfelden.
Never before in Basel's history had all of its lords been taken prisoner. Having pulled off that remarkable feat, I sat back leisurely at the head of the table and offered them tea. Apart from the four of them, August had joined us as well.
"...."
"...."
Amid the heavy silence, Sir Helixen glared fiercely at Baron Landschaft. The baron stared right back, refusing to lose the staring contest.
Hagenhausen and Birsfelden were hostile toward Landschaft, while Wischelbach remained neutral. Hmm, this rose tea has a curious, one-of-a-kind flavor. Its charm lies in being earthy and fragrant at the same time.
"The Grossent family dumped a giant pile of crap on me."
