[GM Post]

There was a small commotion when the guard at the fort's gate asked for the party to surrender their weapons, of which Matilda flat out refused. The poor man seemed at lost, caught between a rock and a hard space until the baron himself came to bail him out. [i]"No need for such formality!"[/i] He said. [i]"The king's own herald wouldn't wish us any harm now, would they?"[/i]

Baron Otto was a middle-aged man that didn't age quite that well, already more white than black on a head that seemed to be permanently stooping forward. He wore a formal outfit that might've been a tailor-fit a few years back but now pressed tightly into his flesh, the buttons fighting for their life to keep him modest. Yet despite all that he remained jovial at a glance, like a harmless neighborhood uncle that was more than eager to share a story or two.

[i]"My apologies for the lacking reception dear heralds, but your visit was on a short notice!"[/i] He chuckled nervously, showing the way to a long table with a dozen seats arranged around it.[i] "Please, take a seat! You must've rode through the night, I'm sure you wont mind a modest breakfast?"[/i]