Lord Fitzgerald sat in his garden, his gaze fixated on the early morning sky above as he reminisced on the past.
Images of a younger Lucius crossed his mind, adding further salt to the sense of loss he felt.
Just then, Fenwick approached with a metal tray covered with a cloth.
Placing it on the stool beside Fitzgerald's chair, he took off the cloth revealing a plate with two sandwiches alongside an empty cup and a jug.
"Master…"
"You know they have recalled the Exarchs." Lord Fitzgerald suddenly remarked.
Remaining silent, Fenwick watched him continue.
"They say that the fight against the Beastmen is pointless since the last of the dust people isn't with them anymore." His voice turned hoarse as he added. "But they forget that those bastards are the reason my boy is dead."
Fenwick's lips quivered but ultimately, he remained silent.
