"War is unavoidable."
Duke Raymond stood up, picked up the goblet filled with mead on the table, and drank the sweet wine in one gulp: "Get my formal attire; we are going to the court. His Majesty will surely summon Saladin's envoy personally."
Raymond was not the only one who had learned of the news.
On the road, there were lords, nobles, knights, and even monks hurrying towards the Royal Palace.
Many commoners were also crowded on the road and square, trying to get firsthand information.
"Good day, Lord Tiberias."
Baron Godfrey, riding a tall and strong horse and clad in full armor, passed by him.
He turned back, smiled, and bowed to Raymond in greeting.
"Good day, Baron Godfrey."
Raymond managed to muster a faint smile.
"We will be fighting side by side again."
Godfrey gently pounded his chest armor with a fist, and the iron gloves made a crisp metallic clash against the armor he was wearing, the refined plate armor gifted by Losa, and Raymond was wearing the same.
