"…I wonder how our young Duke Wyndon feels, knowing that his own uncle is looking for his head?" The Earl pondered.
"Vulnerable, I'd imagine," the Captain said. "If we give him reason to look towards us, he might include us in his army. With that, we'd have a chance to meet Scornos on the field and blunt his threat."
"Sounds wishful, Captain, but I imagine Mane agrees with you," the Earl said, sighing. "Do as you will then. We will see where the cards land, and pray that the gods do take pity on us and send us a gift for our service to them."
"They already have," the Captain said, looking towards Ermos.
The Earl tutted at that. "If you're going to stand there by the fire, at least throw a few logs on it."
