Several days had passed since the Baron's orders had set into motion the sweeping crackdown on numerous local gangs in the central districts of the city. The campaign against these smaller criminal groups, though less notorious than the great factions, had begun to shift the atmosphere within Rammstein.
On one such day, within the palace grounds, Baron Estefan sat comfortably in a chair placed in the midst of the expansive grassy courtyard.
The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and the surroundings exuded a rare sense of calm. "Quite peaceful, isn't it?" he remarked casually, his posture relaxed as he surveyed the open space before him.
"Yes, my lord," replied Galliard, standing respectfully at his side. "I'd say this peace exists only because of your leadership. Without your intervention, this part of the city would still be steeped in the same chaos it had endured for years."
