The castle had three servants left.
It had been more once, Garren had mentioned it in passing during one of their earlier conversations, the way he mentioned most things about Percvale's decline.
When the barony started failing in earnest, people had thought of their future and left. The servants had done the same thing the townspeople had done, the same thing anyone with options did when the place they were living stopped being a viable place to live.
You couldn't blame them for it.
What remained was Wulfric, Maret, and Aldra.
Wulfric handled the outdoor work, trimming the grass around the castle walls, feeding and watering the horses at the stable, fixing whatever around the castle was broken enough to need fixing and small enough for one man to address.
He was quiet and consistent and had been doing this long enough that he did it without needing to be told what needed doing on a given day.
