"My lord, should we leave anyone here?" Kyle asked Velin, brushing the dirt off his clothes.
"Leave two men for now, then send someone back to inform Belder. Have him notify Raimondo to organize a caravan specifically to station here. Also, have them bring some goods over."
"Yes, my lord."
Kyle accepted the order and immediately assigned the tasks.
Velin watched with satisfaction. Having a capable attendant certainly made his life easier.
After making arrangements for the commercial plot, Velin glanced at the sky. It was already growing dark.
Before long, a bonfire was lit in the middle of the courtyard.
Two knights took an iron pot from a horse's back, found several sturdy sticks, and built a makeshift tripod, hanging the pot beneath it.
Then Kyle took charge of the cooking, with two other knights helping him prepare a meal.
"Excuse me, may I join you?"
Velin turned and saw three people at the entrance to the fenced enclosure. The noble leading them greeted him very politely.
"Of course. You're welcome to join us." Velin rose and responded courteously.
The young noble approached with his two attendants and introduced himself politely. "Hello, sir. You may call me Krell."
"Hello, Krell. My name is Velin. As you can see, I'm currently a baron," Velin said, briefly introducing himself.
Krell settled beside Velin, while his two knights tethered their horses and sat with Velin's men.
"Judging by your accent, you seem to be from the Central Region?" When Velin remained silent, Krell started a conversation with a friendly question.
"You could say that."
Velin tossed a log into the bonfire and answered calmly as he watched the flames flare.
"Then you're truly impressive. You're already a baron at such a young age, while I'm still relying on my father's influence to