Outside Wind Tour Castle.
"Sir Busby, there's really no need for you to personally see me off."
"It's only proper noble etiquette to escort a guest a little further. Forgive my lack of hospitality, but territorial affairs have been extremely busy lately. I simply don't have the time to accompany you hunting or sightseeing."
Phield guided his warhorse slowly across the castle drawbridge while Baron Busby rode beside him.
Both men were hiding thoughts of their own.
"My lord, uh…"
A soldier jogged over in small hurried steps. He wanted to speak, but after glancing nervously at Phield, he hesitated.
"If you have something to say, say it."
Busby frowned and lightly raised his riding whip, joking casually.
"Don't tell me a magical beast nest caught fire. If that's the case, I'll have to invite Phield over for roasted meat."
"N-No, my lord. It's… Baron Phield's soldiers. They're beating up Mister Kretch's men."
"Oh?"
Both barons froze briefly.
