The Ingolsol Festival - Part 1

Having it put to him like that, Tolsey couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. His intention hadn't been to undermine all the Captain's years of experience, after all.

"Or maybe it is the boy that you have qualms with? Leaving such a duty to a peasant, after all?" Lombard mused, a touch of sympathy in his voice.

Slowly, Tolsey nodded. "It just seems too sudden – and it goes against much of what we are taught. You're almost giving him the freedom of an officer, despite him being a member of the peasantry. He's sworn no vows of loyalty, he isn't even enlisted amongst the troops."

Realizing that what he said sounded harsh, he turned to Beam to apologize. "I'm sorry for saying it in front of you, boy…"

Beam shrugged. "I don't mind. It makes sense for you nobles to care more about that than the rest of us."