It was like in a game: even if you didn't brave the dungeons, there was still a cushy spot reserved for you.
Having dealt with the town's matters, Lance finally had time to visit the raided farm to fulfill the promises he had made. He had initially promised Barin to visit his mother and also to take Tom, Mary, and their family away.
Mounting the captured Warwolf steed, he felt the wind whipping past him, a sensation incomparable to riding ordinary horses. It was a clear reflection of a noble's life, evident even in just a single horse.
Lance did not disturb the person in charge of the farm. Instead, he stopped at its edge and walked along, leading his horse while talking with the scattered laborers. He checked whether his policies had been distorted, if prices had been marked up, if the treatment they received was fair, if they encountered any daily difficulties, and if they had any suggestions about their current situation.
