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Orvald did not feel much joy at visiting the capital and the feast in honor of Deus's birthday, but a knight's duty obliged him to be near his lord. Besides that, the crowd of people made him somewhat uneasy, and it was not about their number. In the opinion of the knight of the golden tower, some of those present were not only unworthy to be here but also did not deserve their titles. Some by virtue of their origin, like various country folk or even worse, others by virtue of their young age and behavior. Both could easily disgrace not only themselves but also the honor of their lord and region. However, one can derive benefit from everything, so Orvald hoped for useful acquaintances that could be made here. If luck did not favor him, then at least he could taste the royal dishes and buy gifts for his family.
Among the guests of the celebration, Orvald's eyes notice a woman from the north familiar to his house — Santella.
She was a mysterious woman, known in narrow circles as an information broker, and in more niche companies — a sorceress rich in curses. His family had been connected to her through past contacts.