“There really aren’t any,” Oliver Garner replied with an apologetic tone.
For a brief moment, Thomas Pierce looked disappointed. Then curiosity returned to his eyes, sharp and eager.
“Then… could you at least describe the High Jarl for us? What kind of man is he?”
The Grandmasters exchanged glances—then subtle shivers rippled through their bodies. Even recalling that day brought a chill crawling down their spines. What they had witnessed at Milesridge Manor was the kind of scene that seared itself into a person’s bones, something no amount of time could ever erase.
Tom Huddson inhaled deeply, awe glowing in his expression.
“The High Jarl is… extraordinary. His presence alone commands the world. His appearance—refined, striking, like the handsomest stars of myth. But his strength… his
