A/N: Sorry for the lack of an update, but Hurricane Beryl left us without internet/power. I just got back internet last night, and it's hella spotty. I'll make the chapters up when we get power; my generator can't handle my computer, lol.
From the look in his eyes, Adrum Faytal was prepared to tear off Altair's head if it were the last thing he'd ever do.
"Now then, Lord Areon, if you'd be so kind. Why don't you tell us your point of contact?"
The shedding of tears from the Viscount did not garner pity. The men of the North who had lived as a part of the Nier Dutchy had all been fiercely loyal to the Dukedom. The love they'd held for the Duke, both new and old, could not simply be measured despite the passage of time.
