Reaching the war room, the members of the household were summoned to be in attendance, along with the Mayor of Newfard and a select few adventurers.
"Where's Charlemagne? Odd for him to be late," Phoenix asked, looking around the room.
Leon stood by the table that had the entire region of Vagrant mapped out, addressing the question with a bated breath, "...That's why I called this meeting. Charlemagne received an emergency summon to the capital."
There was an immediate downfall of the mood within the room as he relayed the situation. It went without saying, but the presence of the legendary Paladin was a source of morale in itself.
A huff came from one of the adventurers present in the room, a man with short, gray hair, dressed in light-leather armor and a halberd on his back, "We barely survived the initial wave with him there. We might as well dig our graves now."
["Hans Garn"] [CLASS: Warrior] [Level: 19]
