The lord, also known as the city governor, was the owner and ruler of this city.
Rhode was currently a Formal Mage of Dalaran. Although he belonged to a separate organization, he was still on someone else's territory, so naturally, he had to accept the invitation.
Rhode knew that Blackmoore was no saint in Warcraft's history.
Meeting him now would also give Rhode a chance to learn what he was thinking at this stage.
So that evening, Rhode took Lilia along to the banquet.
These days, Lieutenant Drake generally took Lilia out to practice swordsmanship during the day, and she returned to the Magic Tower in the evening to study academic subjects such as language and mathematics.
Well... mostly mathematics.
Was language study useful in this world? In any case, it was less useful than mathematics.
But since Rhode was going out today, Lilia naturally had to come along.
After all, they were attending a banquet. Even if there was nothing fun to do, enjoying some delicious food would be nice, and it could help soothe the small emotional wound Alex's death had left her with.
The two arrived at the Castle and were soon escorted inside by the guards.
From the outside, this sort of castle looked utterly unremarkable. It was nothing more than large stones piled together, without any decoration.
After all, it was meant to defend against outside enemies. Protection was its primary purpose, and no one cared whether it looked attractive.
But when Rhode and Lilia entered the main hall on the ground floor, an entirely different scene greeted them.
The floor was paved with enormous stone tiles that appeared to be polished marble, while black, round clustered columns stood at even intervals along the sides of the hall.
Square crystal chandeliers hung from the tops