>>6006826“The Librarium. An order of scholars.” He points a lady out of the crowd, speaking with what look to be some young nobles, students, perhaps. “Lady Frye’s noble order. In a way, they’re here to secure funding for a ransom of sorts too. Months ago, they failed to secure funds to purchase a set of crusade-era journals from one of the olden holy orders. The Wings of the Gale Church want an exorbitant amount for the right to print new copies.”
You nod. A bunch of academy stiffs in platemail, fancying themselves knights. “An interesting cause, but they could do with a little bending of the rules from time to time…”
Alphonse doesn’t comment. “Their first round opponents are the foreign order invite of this Clash. The Valkyries of Celand.”
Celand, a province of the Yoril Isles southwest of Wymund. Once barbaric tribes who learned a thing or two serving Wymund’s lords in those infernal civil wars. When they returned home, they got to building keeps and fancying themselves kings.
“An order of exclusively female combatants… I don’t see any of them here. No clue why. I hope they aren’t late for the joust…” Alphonse takes a sip of his tea and readies to continue.
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