With the ennoblement ceremony over, the atmosphere in the reception hall shifted from solemn to relaxed.
Edmond slid the magnificent ceremonial longsword back into its scabbard. The crisp sound of metal meeting sheath announced the dawn of a new era for the Gray Sea Marsh.
He turned to Velin, the weathered lines on his face softening.
"Baron Velin, as a landed noble directly under the jurisdiction of the Noble Council, you have rights, but you also have obligations."
Edmond's voice was steady, possessing the characteristic directness of a seasoned veteran.
"Starting next year, you will need to provide the council with at least five Tier Three Peak Knights, along with their accompanying soldiers, for forty days of service annually."
"Of course, the council allows for flexibility. If you are temporarily unable to conscript enough Knights, you may pay a scutage, also known as shield money. That will be two Golden Suns per Knight per year."
Velin listened quietly, his mind racing.
