Following Henry's frequent campaigns over the past few years had not only broadened their horizons but also honed their military expertise.
Neither man was young anymore. Now in their middle years, they had an endless supply of things to discuss.
They reminisced about their youthful escapades, past adventures and challenges that felt as if they'd happened only yesterday. Then, they spoke of their present lives—the roles each played in the fiefdom under Henry's leadership and their hopes for the future.
Amidst the steam of the bathhouse, their laughter rang out, as clear and uninhibited as it had been more than a decade ago. No matter how much time had passed, their bond remained unchanged.
Tommy's brow suddenly furrowed, his tone turning serious. "Speaking of which, I need to bring up the issue of those hundred thousand serfs. With the Lord leaving with the main army, I can't help but feel a little uneasy."
