Ya Boi
Who's that guy?
Prologue
The Bastion
The Bastion
Lord Valtur watched as the room quieted down, every single person grew tense and unsure of the coming situation. It amused him to watch as dozens of his most trusted men stood still. It was almost like the room was lined with suits of armor and he was alone waiting for them. Like his men, Valtur didn't want to be anywhere near the Hunters but, alas, he drew the short straw on this one. The nobleman glanced outside the window. It was noon, he guessed. The Hunters should be arriving any moment now. Valtur let out a silent prayer to the All-Father, wishing that the escorts didn't do anything to agitate them.
Suddenly, the grand double doors to the Council Room opened and revealed the first of the Hunters. All two dozen knights somehow stood straighter than Valtur had ever seen them. Their hands gripped their spears tightly, ready to attack in case things went south. In that moment, Valtur understood why he was selected to welcome the Hunters to their new home. Only his silver tongue would have any chance of getting all parties involved through this orientation without any blood being shed. He let out one more prayer to the All-Father before standing, a warm false smile on his face.
"Welcome! I hope you and your companions were not troubled by the journey?"