The festive mood from the enfeoffment was instantly washed away. The Lord strode powerfully at the head of the group, his face grim. A train of High Cliff Castle's leaders followed close behind, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
Although Old Neil the Kobold was a non-combatant, everyone knew perfectly well that ever since he had learned that particular Magic, their Lord held him in extremely high regard. He had even rescinded his slave status, making him a settler of High Cliff Castle responsible for managing all the Kobold slaves.
This leader of the agriculture group lived in a wooden cabin in the Settler Area on High Cliff Castle's hill.
As the crowd swept in, bringing the cold wind with them, two female Kobolds in thick woolen sweaters stood at the doorway. Their scales were smooth and delicate, a sign that they were young—barely adults by human standards.
