Seigneur

They surrounded the man who claimed to be the seigneur. Shrinking his neck into his collar, the man sat on a broken piece of chair. Its color had long faded. The man looked scared. He grabbed his clothes tightly as his eyes darted between Hao Ren and Vivian. "Who are you?" he asked back.

"We come from the outside, but that's none of your business." Vivian folded her arms across her chest in an intimidating way. "You're the seigneur? Do you know what happened here?"

"If you know that I'm the seigneur, you should be humble!" Heimerwin raised his voice, trying to project his authority. However, his uneasiness quickly got the better of him. "I don't know. I know nothing! Leave! You're not welcome here!"