Several feet beneath the ground, upon the cellar of a lord's manor, the alluring scent of wine permeated the entire space. Aside from the barrels containing the substance, chairs and a round table occupied the cellar, reserved for the manor's master and his guests tonight. Said master, who had seized the manor by force from its rightful owner, was the same man dubbed as the King of Outlaws by the Runtallian monarchy– Ulricht Tombsworth. And his guests tonight included the officers of his growing army.
"Fancy place you got yourself here, Supreme Leader," Franco remarked, helping himself with a goblet of wine along with a slice of bread and cheese. "Pardon my rudeness, but I have yet to eat anything all day doing the errands you've been giving me."
"Errands?" Gretta mocked, stabbing the piece of meat on her plate with a fork. "You mean your duties, you stinky mantis!"
