At the first hour of dawn, Lucas finally arrived at the imposing gates of Lord Valoreth's manor, deep within the southernmost highlands. The soldiers opened the gate, allowing the Grand Lord in.
Lucas stepped down from the carriage, his gaze drifting to the tall building that seemed to reach the sky, sprawling across the fine land like a living relic. The air surrounding it was slightly chilly, regardless of the season.
The domain stood proudly on its own, bustling with soldiers and servants attending to their respective duties for the day.
Some referred to this place as the Pride Hold.
A figure clad in a black cloak-one of Lord Valoreth's nobles-approached Lucas.
"Welcome, Beta Lucas. Lord Valoreth has been expecting you," he spoke with a calm, polite voice.
There was a dull ache in
