All these men were running from one side to the other, things had become tense after the arrival of a couple of letters, curiously the first one arrived at the same time as the second one, even though they were days apart. The first one reported the death of the Ogre, I couldn't help but smile about it, that bastard, he deserved his death and the second one is the one that threw the whole city into chaos. Gran Venture became the Jarl of the North, a position that has no value for the crown, but for the rebels.
This was going to be very entertaining, all alone, as Lady Eva said, but she was wrong in two things, Elric, if he died, was not left alive, nor was he allied with Gran, and that boy, despite being Jarl has no intention of attacking us.
When I came out of my thoughts I realized that my feet had unconsciously brought me to my destination, Dublin Castle.