Word travels quickly in a small barony like Lazeria. All of the inn's regular patrons knew each other by name and cashed in on their petty bets every night; the two travel-worn strangers, a warrior and sorcerer pair, were a highly noticeable addition within the community. Although he had his day filled with the duties of maintaining his lands during the times that he could, Lord Cliff held a curiosity regarding the pair that was strong enough for him to set his personal pride aside and accept the impromptu meeting despite the circumstances.
It was a change, and a change was the only thing that could help his barony at that point.
"No, the honor should be mine." Cliff said with a warm smile, inclining his own head in a small show of deference. "It isn't often that we have travellers coming through anymore."
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It was a change, and a change was the only thing that could help his barony at that point.
"No, the honor should be mine." Cliff said with a warm smile, inclining his own head in a small show of deference. "It isn't often that we have travellers coming through anymore."