Edward II looked at the person emerging from the crowd.
He was not tall, had small triangular ears, and very noticeable dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days; yet, paradoxically, he seemed quite spirited, his small eyes constantly darting about alertly.
"Who are you?"
"I am... Baron, from the Pipeaux family. Everyone at Lion Heart Castle calls me 'Little Ears,'" the man replied, bowing respectfully as he spoke.
"The Pipeaux family, whose vassal are they?"
"No, we serve no family, for we are no longer nobles."
Little Ears said, "Your ancestor defeated mine, took over our land, and awarded it to his vassals, but we descendants do not hold any grudge against you and your family.
"Your ancestor had won fair and square, and besides, that was over nine hundred years ago. We've also found new ways to make a living. Nowadays, I make my living by collecting and selling other people's secrets in Lion Heart Castle."
"Oh, so you are an odious information trafficker."
