| The quartet returning to the Shieldborn Manse look far worse for wear after so many hours trudging through the Blackjaw's Conquest. The Count of Seven Rivers was bandaged with the crude remains of some clothing, while his cloak was draped across Nerta who was mostly dressed in mud. Yet there were more surprises in store because waiting in camp is a messenger with a very fancy scroll.
Being his region, Soren moved to take the missive, but the messenger sniffs and pulls it away before offering it to Nerta.
Her grubby hands crunching the paper, she scowls and passes it to Soren. Reading through it quickly, his laughter bubbles up regardless of the pain, doubly so when Nerta forgoes her usual scowl for surprise.
Collecting himself only after she gives him a hard shove, he clears his throat and passes the letter back.
"It seems you got a promotion, Judge of Ar Agyr..."
His grin is matched only by her look of horror. |
