After bidding farewell to Duke Dane, Horn led his horse in silence, and when he reached the edge of the drawbridge, he turned back to glance once more at the castle.
Surrounded by a moat, between the curtain walls and towers, one could see shadows flitting on the corner tower of the castle's main building.
Turning his head back, he continued to walk forward, the creaking sound of the drawbridge following his steps.
Horn felt something peculiar about today's conversation with the Duke, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
Even though it was a mutually beneficial matter, with Horn providing the noble cause for the Duke's uprising and the Duke offering Horn economic and military support, the Duke was truly hesitant and indecisive.
He had hoped to finalize matters today; otherwise, with this dragging on, who knows when a decision could be made?
Time waits for no one.
"Your Grace, are we heading back now?"
