Eric was inEric sat inside the carriage, the soft creak of its movement blending with the rhythmic clop of hooves outside. Drac rode his horse beside the carriage, maintaining an even pace, his posture relaxed yet alert, eyes occasionally sweeping the road ahead.
Eric had only general knowledge of the Earldom of Castermere—information gathered during his lessons with Marquis Fairisles. It was a small territory, made up of no more than five villages, lying to the southwest of the capital. One of several modest lands that stretched southward, yet remained far from the coastline where the great port cities held sway.
Castermere had once been under the Marquisate of Glines.
The disappearance of the Marquis and the subsequent exile of his family had left a quiet vacuum. With no higher authority to report to, the smaller territories had been forced to endure their troubles alone—whatever those troubles might be.
