The knights and craftsmen busied themselves unloading crates and securing gear. Vardon had already entered the mansion, disappearing into his chambers without a word. Once Lucen and Robert had finished inspecting their own belongings, they followed suit.
The entire Thornehart mansion was filled with mana lamps. The second Robert saw this, he could not help but shout.
"Nope! I can't stay here! This entire place reeks of the stink of those Grey Tower b*stards."
"Is there a room here without mana lamps?" Lucen asked one of the servants.
"Yes, young master." The maid answered respectfully. "There are a few in the west wing that still have no mana lamps in place."
"Thank you, that's good enough." Lucen glanced at Robert, who clicked his tongue.
"Tsk, I guess that's fine for now. So, when are we going to try and see what we could get from eating the giant troll meat?"
