Before Aldren and Roneth departed for Lootwell, their fathers gave them a simple but weighty instructions.
"See it with your own eyes," they were told. "Lootwell may hold the key to our survival. Judge fairly, be genuine and... never underestimate anyone."
So they did.
Along the way, the members of the Lootwell convoy shared tales of Lucien.
At first, they sounded absurd. Almost like folklore!
But evidence accompanied every story and slowly, disbelief gave way to awe.
Then came the wall.
Massive.
Imposing.
Impossible to ignore.
That was when it hit them.
Lucien was no ordinary young baron.
And when they finally met him… the stories did not disappoint.
He wasn't just some noble child playing politics.
He carried himself with poise. With dignity.
He was charismatic.
His presence alone demanded attention. Without speaking a word, he overwhelmed them.
Still, as heirs of their own noble houses, Aldren and Roneth knew they had to uphold their own dignity.
