The banquet that ended in discontent further deepened the divide between the northern aristocrats venturing south and the native nobles.
Early the next day, the Governor's Mansion had the contract documents delivered to them, sparing them even the trouble of registering them officially.
Not a single person showed any sign of wanting to keep them around, not even a platitude of politeness was offered, it was as though they were escorting the Plague God away, wishing them gone from their sight as soon as possible.
The Earl of Piers never once showed his face throughout all of this. The aristocratic officials skilled at reading the room fully understood their master's intentions.
Beyond dispatching soldiers to guide them, the northerners were entirely ignored. Even the most basic information about their territories was dismissed with a map.
