David sat through Seraphina's exposition, a rapt student absorbing knowledge his trash novel, "Trials of Valor," had woefully neglected. Her lecture stretched for a seemingly endless half-hour, punctuated by his eager questions and her sharp retorts. Slowly, a map of the unknown territory unfolded before him.Aethelwarin, the county that cradled them unknowingly, was a tapestry woven from five distinct towns. Each bore a name that resonated with a strange familiarity – Eldoria, Thalorin, Brackenfell, Lumisgrave, and Willowmere. This last one, their current haven, fell under the iron fist, or perhaps the velvet glove, of the elder noble, Maison Le Gor.A spark ignited in Seraphina's eyes as she recounted the recent relocation of the Fingers. Previously nestled in some hidden den, they'd made a conspicuous move to Blackwood Manor, situated smack dab in Lord Maison's territory.