It only took a few seconds for everyone to decide that it was likely safer to stay with the insane mage than to try to take a rowboat on a journey of hundreds of kilometres through overland flooding.
They didn't know what way the current would push them, but all rivers flowed to the ocean, and that was not where they wanted to be in such a small vessel, especially when it was completely loaded with staff.
"Sir, we will begin clearing the house. Is there a particular title that you would prefer that we address you by?" One of the maids asked.
"I am the Duke of Wistover, so you may address me as such. Or you may simply call me Lord Dominic. Both are fine, given the situation."
"Of course, Your Grace. Wait, Wistover? You're... The Duke of Wistover? Dominic Wavemates, the Butcher of Wistover?"
