Lucien Lazarus is bored. He's sick of playing Knight for the royalty. He's sick of fighting the borders to secure the minings of Mount Eshna. Goblins have taken a liking in the land. Rich in abundance and resources. Who would not like that? He sat in his usual spot in the mornings. Tea prepared by his loyal servant lay untouched in his lap. Teas are boring. Goblins are boring. His comrades are boring.
Lucien smirks at the two young men around his age sparring spears with each other. His eyes detect the sloppiness of swings. The careless footwork. The shabby movement that slows the speed of their spears.