It took merely an afternoon for the news of Zephyrion's exploits to spread through the entire house.
The major cause, of course, had been none other than Garrick, who had personally visited every tavern across the estate to boast about Zephyrion's feats.
By midday, the entire house had been thrown into an uproar.
"Did you hear? The young lord fought a mark six reaver… and won. I heard he even risked his life to save some captured villagers."
"What? That's crazy. Isn't he only mark three? Are you sure that's real?"
"It came from Lord Garrick himself. You think he'd lie? I heard he got the First Steel title too… and even an iron token from the head of house."
"…seriously?"
"Yeah."
"…then how the hell did he fight someone three marks above him?"
"…there's a rumor going around…"
"What rumor?"
"They're saying he's not actually mark three. You remember when we all thought he was mark two, then found out he wasn't?"
"…yeah."
"It feels like that again."
