Lord Bryan Harsin stood on a balcony overlooking Albertson’s Keep. The Festival of Brooks had just concluded, and much of his empire was still in a drunken stupor.
“Juarez, is everything ready for the assembly?”
“Yes, milord.” A shady figure appeared behind Lord Harsin. “All the lords of the Western Mountain await our arrival.”
“Good. Let them wait.” Lord Harsin “In the game of bowls, you win or you lose a preseason ranking.”
Juarez nodded sagely. “I am told Lord Rolovich is up to his usual antics this year.”
“He does what he can to increase his influence despite Island Kingdom’s lack of power.