- See also: The Game
Like many of Marjolaine's little surprises, I was more excited than afraid. The arl's estate was the typical posturing of a fortress in peacetime, its ramparts meant to appease nobility, not defend soldiers. It may have been fearsome long before, but at that moment, it was just another prize I longed to humble for Marjolaine. I would come to learn that in the arl's absence, the estate had been left in far more troubling hands.