>>6072194>>6072196>>6072268>>6072416Gallis’s home is in the cleaner part of the town, were the wealthier citizens of Brak can relax with out the constant pounding of hammers and stench of forges hot at work. Crowds dwindle, and streets become cobbled and cleaner as Hilma and her retinue approach Gallis’s manor. Instead of the modest manor Hilma had last seen however, Gallis’s home had grown, into a luxurious estate. Fountains, gardens, and marble statues fill the space between the outer gate and the manor proper. The manor itself, a three-story marvel of glass and intricately carved stone, is scrubbed and polished to a shine. Even the guards and servants are well dressed and groomed. the place rivaled and perhaps surpassed the Capital in terms of wealth. It’s clear being lord of Brak, has made Gallis very wealthy.
After introductions at the gate, Hilma and her escort are led into the manor, the interior of which is just as, if not more opulent than the outside. The floors are well-polished and carpeted, the walls are covered in tapestries, banners, and paintings, and the many windows ensure the place is warmed and well lit by sunlight. The head servant leads Hilma on to what she can obviously see is a dinning hall of sorts, and sitting at the head of the table with a large quantity of food laid out before him is Baron Gallis Cordlon, Lord of Brak.
Gallis had been a heavy-set young man with a protruding belly, when last Hilma had seen him. Now he was just a fat man with large paunch spilling out over his thighs. In spite of this, or maybe because of it. He his immaculately dressed in the latest fashion, with colorful and finely cloth clothes that fit him well despite his bulk. Seeing Hilma enter, Gallis sets down his cup of wine and rises to his feet, to her surprise, he waddles his way over to her to greet her in person. “Your grace,” he breathes, the act of waddling over having left him out of breath. “It is a surprise and a relief to see you here.” He continues, bowing as low as his stomach and multiple chins will allow. “We’ve been hearing the most awful rumors and I am glad to see that they are totally unfounded.” He says his red and bloated cheeks curling up into a smile. “But where are my manners, come sit your grace, you must be tired after such a long journey. I was just about to have lunch, are you hungry?”
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