A bad falling out would inevitably lead to the other party trying to make trouble for him. While it wasn't a big deal to him, it was still a nuisance.
So it was better to bury the hatchet. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about the other party playing tricks during a battle. Otherwise, he might not be done in by the enemy, but by his own allies instead.
"I just saw their banner. It's a black shortsword on a blue field."
Now that they had cleared the air, things were clearly much better. Count Tisi took the initiative, gesturing as he described his recent discovery.
"I've never heard of any notable Military Nobility in the Southern Territory with that banner." Count Andao frowned, searching his memory for the banners he had deliberately memorized some time ago, but couldn't find a match.
In this world, everyone from a national legion down to a single Knight had a banner as their symbol.
