Baron Wyalon had faced winter as usual, using the nearby woods and twin lakes for extra food as soon as the supplies dwindled and merchant caravans became unreliable.
The Baron had become a leading figure for the local nobility as much as the Larks were in Lustria, and not only because both nobles owned a military-grade DoLorean.
Wyalon knew how to take care of his people, never delegating the harshest tasks and always leading his troops into battle.
His citizens admired and respected the Baron because he led by example and was the first to do everything he demanded from others. He was the rule to his rules, not the exception.
"Please, you can give me a parade later." Lith raised his hands for silence, and the people of Jambel complied as one. "First, you need to get yourself something to eat that's not fish or game. Then we'll treat all your wounds and illnesses.
