Chapter 90: The Ring of the Gargoyle
The afternoon was a period of intense and hurried preparations. Mobilizing an army for an expedition was a tedious affair, fraught with countless tasks.
It wasn't until evening that Lothar finally found a moment of leisure.
As it happened to be a fast day, which forbade the consumption of meats, Lothar had only eaten a single meal at noon. He returned to the main hall in the evening with a rumbling stomach.
However, Leonard had already made preparations. A plate of pigeon eggs and grilled fish seasoned with spices was waiting for him. It was likely some kind of sea bass; peeling back the scorched, golden-brown skin revealed snow-white flesh that was quite palatable.
The former castellan of Jorklusborg was not skilled at training soldiers, nor was he a talented leader, but he was certainly competent in the role of a steward.
After finishing his dinner, Lothar leaned back on his lounge chair, gazing into the distance.
