He was dressed in a richly embroidered but sober tunic, and had a serious air about him. His weathered face betrayed a certain tension.
Maxime stepped forward, bowing slightly in respect before sitting down on a chair the Count indicated.
"Hi Maxime, how are you?"
Maxime was rather surprised by this innocuous question, but he answered simply.
"Quite well, and you, Count Ardan?"
"Could be better."
The Count's face showed his dismay.
"What happened?"
The Count began to quickly explain the situation.
"The orcs are absolutely everywhere, invading all the nobles in the vicinity and my soldiers have been fighting all over the southern territory for weeks."
"It's starting to wear on the morale of the whole army."
"But I'm not here to talk to you about that."
Simultaneously the Count took on a very serious air.
