[Roderik
Age: 38
Level: 43/60
Class: Blacksmith
Talent: A
Opinion of you: 60
Loyalty: 60%]
Roderik's eyes narrowed, fixed on the young man before him.
"I am Ethan Goldenveil, Lord of Goldenveil and your sovereign," Ethan declared.
Roderik's expression remained unchanged, his mind still somewhat clouded.
Only after a long moment did he finally kneel, bowing his head.
"What do you want from me, my lord?" he asked, with less respect than Doran had shown, but more than Evelyn.
"Not much." Ethan shook his head. "I want you to become the blacksmith of Goldenveil."
"I…" Roderik seemed to have words stuck in his throat, his eyes fixed on the floor. "I understand, my lord."
Ethan's lips curved slightly, and he placed his hand on the man's shoulders.
"Come, I'll show you your smithy." He smiled, guiding him out of the mansion.
Roderik couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh as he looked at the settlement, but the disappointment vanished the moment he saw the forge.
