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Today was court where the King himself hears the problems of the locals and pleads from the lords of the realm, the least glamorous part of being King. Thieves being sentenced, debts being repaid all of that bored him. "Ah...ah your majesty, two days ago my son was beaten by this man and stole our salt bag...please be just." The lady's son was badly bruised, eyes swollen. "Your name thief." Virgil pointed at him, signally to stand up. "Your majesty, i am no thief my name is Theo."
"Then please explain why the boy is so bruised?"
"Maybe he had a great fall, your majesty?" he said smirking.
"No! liar! that is our salt bag!" the woman shouted.
"Silence." Virgil boomed, everyone froze.
"Theo i wish to ask one question, is this really your bag?"
"Of course your majesty, i would never lie in front of you."
The woman then started crying "My poor son..." Virgil was unsure of what to do, he sat there looking at the bunch.
"Your majesty?"
"A slight moment please Deaglan."
Suddenly Virgil stood up and drew his sword waving it around. "Milord??" the woman said. "I have decided to split the bag into two...that solves everything right? Give me the bag." The woman then cried out "My son! Justice your majesty" He then told her to stand up. "Theo what is this bag used for?"
"Coins and trinkets your majesty."
Virgil then cut it in half "Deaglan, lick it." the squire stood there puzzled "I said, lick it" the squire took the piece and licked it with a sour face "Salty, very salty." Theo began to turn red, eyes darting around. "Well..." then he was interrupted by Theo "Your majesty! MERCY!" he knelled and cried "Hundred crowns for compensation, a month in the mines, take him guards."

It was night a meeting between local lords was being held at the keep. "My lords and ladies if i could have a word..." Ostel stood up, he started to circle the table "Rumors flow through my ears all the time but I've heard the most foul one yet." He paused as if he was performing in a play to engage the audience. "Your majesty, I've heard from the merchants in town...Lord Hightower has doubled his fleet, a indication of war." The table began to shake as they discussed "That dirty pirate bastard is always up to something!" one person shouted, half the table nodded and seconded "Aye, your majesty, 1000 crowns to the man that gets rid of him!" Virgil raised his hand "We will know for sure when he comes for the coronation..."
"He ain't gonna come!"
"Yeah!"
"Do something about it!"
At this point the meeting was getting out of hand, people cursing at each other, hands on scabbard. "Silence!" boomed Qunten no voice was more true. Virgil nodded at Qunten saying thanks. What did he hate the most? Rowdy people with power. "The invitations that were sent out to all vassals of the realm should by now reached every single one of them, now it is their choice to come or not, i estimate their arrivals will be within three to six days."