Count Sriphine hadn't been having an easy time lately.
A horde of bandits had appeared out of nowhere in the north recently and suddenly began raiding his territory.
Actually, it wasn't entirely "out of nowhere." He was fairly certain they were either from Earl Uman to the west or the Ehrlichland Nobles to the east.
After all, Sriphine could understand bandits having a couple of swords, but for them to have armor? That was just absurd.
As for why these people were targeting him, Count Sriphine was no fool. He didn't even have to think to know who was behind it: his "good neighbor" to the east, Viscount Robson.
The only thing that surprised Count Sriphine was how quickly Robson had acted. He had previously thought it would take at least two or three years for the conflicts beyond the pass to gradually escalate.
