Kael, now Baron Bryndis, sat in his study within the keep of Bryndis, his desk cluttered with stacks of parchment. The room was dimly lit by the glow of a solitary enchanted crystal, casting long shadows across the stone walls. His fingers traced the lines of the reports sent by Harold, detailing the state of the territory. As his eyes scanned the documents, the gravity of the situation became strikingly clear.
Bryndis, the largest land under Gregor's domain, had once been managed by a viscount who had been executed after the war. While its fertile lands made it an agricultural hub, the conflict had ravaged its supplies. Not only had the war effort drained their reserves, but Kael himself had inadvertently worsened the crisis by destroying Gregor's supply depot during his previous campaign. What little remained was barely enough to sustain the population through the coming winter.
