“I believe you asked for me?” A man in dressed in the Brotherhood of Blood armour asked. His armour was dark black with a large green triangle at the centre of his chest.

“Thank you Jomen, I received some concerning recently.” Another man said, he was dressed in a yellow, silk shirt and black leather trousers, with a golden cape falling behind him.

“It appears that one of your Knights has killed one of my Jarls.” He told the Jomen.

In a low and solid tone, the knight replied.

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“Do you know who?”

Lifting up a bowl of green grapes and chewing and swallowing on three, the man said to him.

“I have been given the name, Somerled Stone.”

Jomen took a seat on the cushioned chair next to a wooden table and told him.

“Somerled does not hold loyalty to any kingdom.”

“That doesn’t matter!” The man shouted back at him, “He has killed one of my Jarls, he has broken my laws! You will find him and bring him to me, dead or alive.”

Raising back to his feet, Jomen bluntly replied.

“Yes, my King.”