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Milord Axel has returned to Canamia and may walk around the city in anticipation of further events in the faction struggle.
and can he fly to other provinces?
- He got your name, even if it was a false one, but I didn't! How is that? Alright, not important. Alseus. You never served in the army, but do you know what they do to those who fall asleep on watch? In peacetime - ten lashes and ten extra duty assignments. In wartime - execution by firing squad, - Lester gazes sternly at the squire for a while, then his features soften. - Lucky for you that you're not in the army, isn't it? And that your milord thinks outside the box. Perhaps what happened isn't so useless after all. As I see it, it correlates quite well with our task today. This is another quality that a servant of His Lordship must possess... no, a man. To turn even one's own failure to the benefit of the common cause, - he rises from his crouch, holding the business card into the chronicler's field of view. - So, do you know anything? Can you read it? You look quite erudite. And if not you, then who?
Let your faction's movement fly by action...
- Well, there it is. - "Explained" Eptsiletos. The squire had already resigned himself to the fate of being executed by firing squad, and had even begun to fantasize about what exactly he would be shot with - arrows, Olivus bullets, or something else, but milord Lester, as it turned out, had saved his hide. - Maybe I do know, but I won't tell you. - In truth, the chronicler couldn't make out what was written there either, but didn't mention it. - Ask the blessed milord, he looks more erudite than you and surely won't refuse a comrade.