The dreary sky hung low, with fine rain drifting down into the courtyard of the knight's manor, the muddy ground trampled to even slicker.
A group of villagers gathered here, whispering softly in threes and fours, their expressions showing deep unease and terror.
Knight Adrian stood on the second floor balcony, coldly watching the crowd in the courtyard. He clenched the black envelope in his hand, a hint of annoyance flashing across his furrowed brow.
"Threat letter?" He turned angrily to Henderson, who stood beside him, questioning him loudly, "Who permitted you to do such a thing? You altered my plans arbitrarily, which is superfluous!"
Henderson wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as he softly defended himself, "Perhaps it's to make the mountain people more afraid, so they understand that the only way out is to depend on you."
