"It has been a long time, Lord Frenzell."
"It cannot be. But how? You are the Duke's son, right? Lord Velmund of House Walruse!" The Baron bore a bewildered face, mouth agape in disbelief. It was as if he saw a ghost haunting him from his past, rendering his situation all the more inexplicable.
"Indeed, I am. But, I wonder…"
"Did you bring your army with you? And the Raven Knights! I can explain, Lord Velmund. Please, let me. Your victory over the Norsmundi, I have heard of it. We can celebrate your triumph tonight! But please, let me say–"
"Your thoughts seem to spiral, Lord Frenzell," Velmund said serenely, attempting to soothe the disheveled noble.
"I… forgive me… Velmund!" Lord Frenzell exclaimed, tears starting to fall from his puffed and darkened eyes, sleepless nights evident due to his appearance and demeanor. "My daughter, they have her. They can kill her at any moment. I swear, I did it to…"
