Almost three months had passed in relative peace, and Xion let himself believe that the world would stay quiet a little longer. Maybe until he died of old age.
Just then, like a stone hurled at glass — shattering it — a letter arrived early in the morning.
It bore the red seal of the territory's lord.
Xion had only met him once when he came to Faymere. Lord Varnehold was an old man with a good heart if not a particularly sharp mind.
That was most likely why the ministers had banished him to the borderlands in the first place.
But from what Xion had gathered, the lord hadn't minded the so-called demotion at all. In fact, he'd treated it like a promotion. He was far from the political mess of the royal court, and he could spend his days surrounded by family.
In his own words:
"It's heaven for me, yah know? I'm glad I ended up here, met a talented young lad like yah."
He spoke with a thick accent and a booming voice that always reminded Xion of Old Man Berry.
