Emeric let out a short, sombre breath as he recalled the latest news, and the polearm he had been inspecting came to settle down across his lap. He recalled his first meeting with the Duke and Duchess, and how polite an act he had attempted to put on to ensure his hiring, spindly teenager he was. Desperate, as he was to repay an imagined debt to their household.
"Some twenty-five years ago..." He stood, and collected a drink in his old liege's honour, before carrying on his maintenance.