The Duke's office was just as Michael remembered.
The shelves were lined with scrolls and tomes, the walls bearing emblems of the Evermoon family.
However, this time, unlike last time, a large map of the kingdom hung behind the Duke's desk, marked with dozens of flags and notes.
Michael sat comfortably across from Duke Evermoon, who leaned forward slightly, a thin sheaf of parchment in hand.
"So," the Duke began, his voice calm but clear, "Thornvale."
He placed the parchment on the table between them and tapped its edge. "Your new territory."
Michael offered a nod, saying nothing yet. Lyra stood quietly behind him, her face hidden in the shadows of her hood. Neither man acknowledged her presence beyond a glance. The Duke didn't care enough to ask, and Michael wasn't planning to explain.
The Duke leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "The Everlong Forest borders much of Thornvale's northern boundary. It's rich in both danger and… opportunities."
