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A former Duke and Marshal of great renown let out a hefty sigh as he farmed his cabbages, disappointed in how the country he had kept safe for years had repaid himself and his family's service.

Edmund let out a loud sigh as he heard the fate that had befallen the lady that helped heal his paralysis, a debt he would never be able to repay. "Wer rastet der rostet." He uttered the words of his family out of respect, a saying known to all friends of the Reinmaren.

[!] Edmund's room would be covered in splinters, overturned bookshelves and chairs, however, he would not be seen anywhere about Reinmar.

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"NOW THAT'S A BARCLAY BARGAIN!" Shouts an esteemed member of House Barclay.

"Wer Rastet Der Rostet." Remarked a Barclay of esteemed repute before he returned to farming cabbages.

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"Rest well, Adry." An aged Barclay would comment as he sat beside the largest hearth in Reinmar. "It's truly a shame that we couldn't talk more, perhaps we will speak again one day." He spoke, taking a moment to ponder over his own words.

A singular tear drifted down the cheek of a weary, aged veteran of many battles. "Brother, it was meant to be me." The figure spoke in a pained tone as he sat beside the corpse of his youngest sibling. "You deserved much more than this, this wasn't a war you needed to fight in, I started this and you shouldn't have had to pay the price." Manfred then moved to stand, lifting the Warhammer that Brandt never went into a fight without. "We didn't speak as much as we should've, as much as we did when we were younger. You followed me when we were both boys roaming the fields of Reinmar and you followed me into battles where we fought men and demons. I could never repay you for all this but I will remain grateful forever. I will ensure that all members of our house know your deeds." Manfred gently laid the Warhammer across the body of his brother, placing his hands around the shaft of the weapon. "Wer rastet der rostet." He then recited the words that all Reinmaren hold dear.

Manfred Barclay would place the biography down upon a nearby cart with a proud smile, the former Marshal and Duke then proceeded to return to farming todays yield of cabbages.

"Have a good retirement friend, you've deserved it." Commented the similarly retired Manfred Barclay, who then returned to farming cabbages outside the castle of Reinmar.

"A true shame cousin, may you rest easy in the skies above, with uncle Anton and our kin, for you fulfilled your oath and lived the life of a good man." The Retired Marshal said as he removed his beret and lowered his head, the gaze of his weary eyes fixed upon the grave of the holy knight.

"The könig is dead, long live the könig." The former Duke of Reinmar and Lord Marshal of Haense would state solemnly, as he read the missive.

Announcement of Abdication 14th of Gronna and Droba, 358 ES I, Sir Manfred of House Barclay VKML, Duke of Reinmar, the former Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska hereby formally announce my abdication as Patriarch of the House of Barclay, allowing such, along with my titles to pass down to my legal heir, Friedrich Barclay. I wish to thank all of my kin and friends for their aid and support throughout my time as both Marshal and the Duke of Reinmar and I hope that they can do the same for my successor. Signed, His Grace, Sir Manfred Barclay VKML, The Duke of Reinmar, Count of Kretzen, Baron of Sigradz & Freising.

Manfred Barclay had been sat on his bed, recovering from his injuries inflicted by a frost troll only a saints day prior when a letter was delivered to him by one of his servants. "Viktoria." He said as his gaze narrowed upon the contents of the letter, his lips curling into a frown as the pain of losing an old friend slowly began to sink in. Manfred then began to think over all the past memories he had of his Queen, their time playing together as children, their time fighting alongside each other as adults and their conversation as aged veterans during the wedding of Princess Juliya. "I wish we had talked more." He commented as he allowed the letter to slip through his fingers before promptly falling onto the wooden floor of his bed chambers. "Farewell old friend." He said as he stared up at the ceiling of his bed chambers.

IGN: Coolcod77 Persona Name: Manfred Barclay I will be able to attend both events listed [Y/N]: Y

Manfred Barclay removed his beret after reading about the news on a letter, he then spared a minute of silence for his retired brother-at-arms.