>>6093965>>6093977Kind but honest dear bannerman. And I am curious how you will do that, we will see.
>>6094227>>6094320It seems that as much as you burn them they "regenerate" has fast as we do it. It is an endless task but with the help of God Almighty we shall prevail.
>>6094666>>6094682Looking at the messenger you made him sign to raise, you had finished to read. Then you asked him.
-Young man, or not so young, we never know with you Guelphs. Tell me... Am I not... Generated enough ?
The man seemed taken aback, just like much of the audience, one of his ears moved higher than the other, questioning you.
-I beg your pardon my lord.
-I was asking you if I was not generated enough.
The man seemed lost... Scrambling to find an answer, he then told.
-I am.. No mage nor savant my lord, but.. Perhaps you meant "generated".. Sorry... "Born".. Generally we say born in our land instead of "generated"...
-I meant what I meant..
-Y... Yes my lord... I.. I think that you were born obviously well formed, without deformities, but I fail to see the..
-Perhaps I am not born well enough ? Mmmmh ? Perhaps his excellency thinks that I am of common blood ?
-My lord... My liege would never...
-Then why is he calling to "regenerate" us ? And naming commoners left and right, is this the process of "regeneration", to make the birth of a new nobility ?
Oldfossil, who, it seemed, was lost in your words began to catch up. He nodded. You liked this feeling, the wisdom of a man of the countryside like you was to always be able to bounce back into well known subjects. For a peasant it would be the harvest or his pigs, for a nobleman it was the degeneracy of burghers and the neighbouring fief that was ruled by an imbecile. Such wisdom was so ancient that the guelph messenger understood and quickly tried to tell.
-My lord, lady Cristmasel is of an old line of elven nobility descended from the guardians of the New Year Tree.
You were not sure if he was trying to engarland you as some would say, covering you of praises to appease you, but you nodded. Noble or not, she was still a witch. You told.
-Then the baron is most wise. You can leave, but before that my men shall feed you and let your horse rest.
-Thank you my lord.
