Viscount Lyria and Viscount Eldon stood by the roadside, a modest spread of food laid out on a cloth. The sun was high in the sky, casting warm rays over the simple scene. It was a rare moment of peace in their otherwise tumultuous lives, and they intended to make the most of it.
"Lyria, can you pass me the bread?" Eldon asked, reaching for the knife to cut himself a slice of cheese.
"Of course," Lyria replied, handing him the loaf. "It's nice to have a moment like this. We don't get them often enough."
"Indeed," Eldon agreed, slicing the bread. "With everything happening in Toraz and beyond, moments like these are precious."
As they chatted and enjoyed their meal, the sound of hurried footsteps approached. They looked up to see Viscount Thereon stumbling toward them, his face pale and his clothes disheveled.
