The luncheon was held in the main hall of Giant Stone Castle. Quite a few people were already seated at the long oak table. Judging by their attire and emblems, most were noble lords from the surrounding territories.
Raylo's arrival didn't cause much of a stir. After all, he was a newly-appointed Baron, and his territory was the remote Black Stone Territory. Many of the long-established nobles present had never even heard of him.
Count Barton Giant Stone sat at the head of the table. He had a burly build and a rough-hewn face. His short brown hair stood on end like steel needles, and his sharp gaze was naturally intimidating.
Seeing Raylo enter, he merely gave a slight nod.
Raylo found a seat near the end of the table and sat down, quietly observing everyone present.
Some of these lords appeared relaxed, chatting and laughing. Others, however, wore worried expressions, a hint of gravity etched between their brows.
After several courses and rounds of drinks,
