As the Joyerns arrived at the castle of Morning meadows they saw that it was empty. Just a few House Frega bannermen waiting to welcome them.
"Where are the Gramwis?" enquired Lenin" They must be coming shortly. Please rest till then" replied one of them.
Just like that two days passed. On the morning of the third day Darzen Gramwis finally arrived with his eldest son Glen. A fat and chubby man laughing loudly and smiling ear to ear while drinking wine in his carriage. Adlaf was ready to butcher each and every one of them right there but he somehow controlled himself. "What took you so long?" Asked Adlaf. "Oh you know how it can be sometimes" said Glen while grinning.Adlaf wanted to break all his teeth at that moment. Anyhow the meeting commenced. "You weren't there for my father's funeral " said Lenin. Darzen replied " well I wanted to but I got a bad case of gout.
But I did send the flowers"
"Dead flowers " Lenin rebuttalled
"Come on it's not like the dead has any use for flowers in the afterlife" Darzen quoted.
Adlaf shouted with anger. He couldn't withstand more disrespect towards his deceased brother any longer. While this was going on Glen the idiot thinks it's a wise decision to shift the blame towards the Joyern instead and plays the victim card. Spouting all sorts of nonsense towards them. Saying things like " oh what were you doing when your brother was getting killed or was it you who killed him. Perhaps for the throne?" Darzen an actual wise man knew it wasn't wise to test Adlaf's patience. He tried to stop his son. But he just wouldn't listen and then made the worst decision of his life. "Anyways what kind of weak king was he? Couldn't even save himself pathetic—" just as he was about to finish before Adlaf could raise his axe Lenin grabbed him by the face and bashed his head against the table he had enough. "What are you doin—" before Darzen could finish Lenin grabbed a dagger and put it through his head. "Couldn't even save himself. Pathetic"
"Y-Y-You will pay for this you bastard he was my eldest son the next hair of House Gramwis"
"And? Want me to put one through your head as well" asked Lenin with a smile while his face was coverd in blood.
This means was I, Darzen Gramwis lord of House Gramwis declare war on House Joyern.
Lenin was prepared for this. So he tells him," you have ten days. Either acknowledge your crimes and face justice or if it's a war that you want I will give you one"
"Huh! House Gramwis will never kneel"
"Then I shall break your knees and drag you through the streets"
With this the meeting came to an end and the worst thing imaginable happened, two of the major houses of Varrden are at war with each other. This news quickly spread through all the lands and now people were waiting eagerly to see the result of this great war.