Rewards of Valor

The grand hall of the city lord’s manor was bathed in the warm glow of a roaring fire. Lord Talbot, a towering figure whose presence was as unyielding as the stone walls that surrounded him, stood by the hearth. A Yellow-tier Knight, Talbot was more than just a leader; his rank had been earned through countless battles and a lifetime of sacrifice.

He stood at a candlelit table, frowning as he scanned the letters that Oliver and Violanda had brought. The parchments, stained with ink and faintly smelling of smoke, were sealed with the unmistakable mark of the Silver Circle Cult. After a long pause, Talbot sighed deeply, his voice low and steady. "This is valuable intel," he said, his tone serious. "But it only confirms what we’ve suspected for some time."