Henry had changed a man's fate with just a few casual words. The feeling was intoxicating, as thrilling as felling one Minotaur after another.
"Rise, nameless one." Showing mercy to a serf cost him nothing, after all.
A nearby stonemason also put down his tools and praised Henry's benevolence.
Henry toured the nearby construction sites for a while longer before dismounting and entering a tavern where a Minstrel was currently performing on stage.
Henry found an empty table and sat down. A tavern server recognized him and immediately brought over cream bread and wine.
"What's his name? I've never seen him before."
The server was a bit flustered, not expecting to be able to speak with the lord himself.
"My lord, he is from Xilonia. He arrived recently with a merchant caravan."
Henry nodded, and after dismissing the server, he watched the performance with interest.
Not only was the Minstrel's singing voice captivating, but he also improvised a song of praise for Henry.
