Clifford's finger rhythmically tapped on the arm of the high seat while he rested his head with the other hand. He regarded the emptiness of the hall with seeming boredom, although we knew it was more frustration.
He had summoned all the local nobility and landholders of the castellany regarding the need for laborers and food supply. He asked us to dress our best to greet them. Elena was in a beautiful gown, Edmund in his suit of armor, and I wore the noble attire I bought just before boarding the ship.
They were told to come in the morning. It was almost midday, and only a handful of souls were present. The faint smell of cooking meat drifted from the kitchen, making my stomach grumble. I was surprised Clifford was still waiting.
Our heads pivoted towards the slightly ajar door at the sound of footsteps. I wager even just one more guest arriving would make us all feel a lot better.
