Duke of Goldhill

In central Demia, east of the great Declaration mountain range that split the continent into halves, the peaceful town of Goldhill enjoyed a cool night beneath the starry sky. Within the courtyard of the Lord's Manor, the Duke of Goldhill held a silver longsword in one hand, slowly approaching a group of exhausted soldiers as long leathery wings trailed the ground behind him like a cloak.

They were not his enemies, but rather, his household guards, organized for him by King Magnus alongside the rest of his household staff. Occasionally, Lucian liked to spar with the guards, advising them on the use of their weapons, and refining his own vague understanding into clear martial knowledge as he did.

There was a lot that he knew intuitively from experience that he had never put into words before. He found the act of identifying those fragments of wisdom and speaking them clearly incredibly beneficial.