A mere squad of noble cavalry naturally had no authority to bring them to meet the local lord, a baron of Erune.
Although Brand claimed to be 'Viscount Steingang'——a noble traveling from the North, and the Limp Man had provided him with impeccably forged seals and documents, even more exquisite and genuine than those issued by the Kingdom's Noble Council, nobles had their own pride. A period of waiting was necessary for both sides.
The streets of Fir City spread out like a web. The South often used reddish-brown clay for their tiles, so from a bird's eye view, the roofs appeared in clusters of vermilion. The baron's castle stood at the center where all the streets converged. From an inn called the 'Brave Fist' in the city center, one could see the high, sharp spire of the gray-green castle. Since the era of Ansen, humans had frequently built such castles.
In the barbaric lands, humans relied on castles and fortresses to defend against attacks from beasts, monsters, and barbarians.
