On the street, the worldly-wise Sir Cord said as much.
The patrol captain examined the warrant bearing the Moreland Family crest and Reiner's signet ring, then said, "Very well, Sir, but this is not the place to talk. Besides, I have no authority to handle this matter. Please come with me to meet my superior!"
Sir Cord nodded, then brought the group and several wagons along after him.
The patrol captain did not take the initiative to speak with Sir Cord and the others. He had merely been surprised at how well-equipped they were, as well as by the ornate armor worn by the Crimson Gryphon Knights.
After walking for about half an hour, they arrived in front of a small building. He said, "Sir, this is our outpost. My centurion is inside!"
As he spoke, he knocked on the door. After receiving permission, he turned to Sir Cord and the others behind him and said, "Only the three of you may enter. The rest must wait outside!" He pointed at Sir Cord, Lumbard, and Sir Valas, having recognized that the three of them held relatively high status.
The three men nodded and followed him inside. The outpost was utterly unremarkable, with almost no decorations apart from a table and some chairs. A young man who looked under twenty was sitting in one of the chairs.
He had the same long golden hair as Lumbard. Although the sun had tanned his skin and robbed it of its fairness, the contours of his body gave him a masculine, rugged air.
"Is something the matter?" the young man asked the patrol captain.
"It is like this, Baron. They claim to be from the Moreland family in the northern lands. On the orders of their Baron, they have brought a shipment of military