The morning air was crisp as Kael stepped out of the keep, the familiar weight of his sword at his side.
The world beyond the stone walls of Vortan Keep had changed dramatically over the past few months, and today, Kael intended to see it for himself.
With the influx of refugees, expanded military forces, and burgeoning trade, his barony was no longer the small, disorganized land he had inherited.
It was growing into something far greater.
His horse, a sturdy black destrier, stood ready in the courtyard, saddled and waiting.
Gerald approached as Kael mounted, bowing slightly.
"My lord, shall I accompany you?" Gerald asked.
Kael shook his head. "No, Gerald. I need to see it through my own eyes, not through reports. Stay here and manage the keep. I'll return with anything that requires immediate attention."
Gerald nodded. "As you wish, my lord. Safe travels."