25th August 1574
"Sir, the delegate of the Cheerio family has arrived."
After knocking on the doors to my study and announcing the newly arriving party, this butler of mine stood to the side, allowing the group of four men to enter the room.
Watching those men from behind my desk, I pointed them at the nearby chairs. There was no need to say anything at this point, as the gesture was obvious in itself.
"Welcome to the New Tarnow. Would you mind telling me on what kind of occasion do I deserve such honours?"
Sadly, I didn't recognise anyone from the visiting group. Obviously, I couldn't expect for the house head that I met all the way back on my wedding to come with visit just to have some talk about business, yet I still couldn't help but regret that I would be forced to negotiate with people I knew literally nothing about.
"Spare us the formalities, noble sir. Or did we do something that would deserve such a cold treatment?"
