Граф Орлов
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Ottar himself is impressed by his own successes in the field of medicine. The academics were unfair to him... He's not stupid! He's just a little eccentric.
Inspired to achieve great things, the Blooddrinker bids farewell to the master and heads to the Stronghold. For the first time in his life...
The commoner arrives at the gates, a symbol of Arannian power – a grand castle from the time of the Empire. The Stronghold, inspiring awe and respect in commoners even from afar, seems even more like a gigantic monster, ready to devour Ottar, up close. The guards at the gate greet him with a somewhat careless bow and escort him to the seneschal, a tall, dignified old man with an inscrutable face.
-- My name is Kay Camille, I am the seneschal of this castle. Ottar, I presume? Lord Geoffroy will receive you within the hour. If you wish, you can spend the waiting time having dinner or praying – these halls have always been known for their hospitality.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers