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Head of the Rynirs and governor of Awom
Walking through the halls of the castle in the fortress of Hials, the old man was frequently greeted by the other inhabitants. Each showed the old man the required respect. It always amused Girvus when he thought about it. He wouldn't likely get the respect from many if they would know how he had worked his way up. Most would likely feel some disgust for him, feeling fear or trying to avoid him. But he didn't care for the small fries. They were nothing to him, in his opinion. They were pawns to be used whenever he would feel the need to use them. Or when he would want to have some amusement.
Continue to walk in a relaxed manner around the halls, that were dark and cold in this time of the year, Girvus was heading to a meeting with some important people of the province. Mostly those who kept an eye on the settlements and forts in the province. People all loyal to him, under his thumb. Though Girvus was thinking on how he could extend his control. The stirring rumours could either become a nuisance or a trouble. He started to hope that his letters to both Valfunde Perar and Calais Cousland. From neither had he heard anything and just figured that it would take a bit of time before he would. Else he would need to make sure that his commands would be delivered, properly.