The air was brisk in Greystone as autumn wind howled through the watchtowers. With the influx of people and Greystone's rapidly expanding defenses and economy, the city bustled more than ever. Lucas stood on the parapets of the newly finished north wall, gazing out over the valley, unaware of the shadow that stirred nearby.
Malrick's arrival had brought prosperity. His merchant guild quickly took root, and trade routes were proposed, connecting Greystone to other settlements. Lucas, however, remained cautious. He knew prosperity often attracted both friends and foes.
That morning, three strangers entered the city. They wore humble clothes, cloaked and hooded, posing as wandering traders. Yet something about them felt... off. Their eyes scanned the structures too eagerly, the defensive posts too precisely.
Lucas sat in the great hall, reviewing logistics reports with Kaela, Elira, and Malrick, when a knock came at the door. One of the city scouts entered, bowing quickly.
"My lord, three visitors request audience. They claim to represent a nearby city—Stonewatch."
Lucas glanced at the others. Kaela growled softly. "That's the fortified city across the Ironridge Pass. Their lord is ambitious."
Lucas nodded. "Send them in."
The three cloaked figures entered. Their leader, a silver-haired man with sharp eyes, stepped forward.
"Lord Lucas Carter of Greystone. I am Elias, envoy of Lord Casten of Stonewatch. Our lord has taken notice of your... expansion. He commends your survival against the Tide."
Lucas's eyes narrowed. "Get to the point."
Elias smirked. "As a gesture of goodwill, Lord Casten offers to absorb Greystone as a vassal. In return, your people will be protected, and you shall retain your title as baron."
A thick silence filled the room.
Elira's voice was ice. "You mean surrender."
"We mean alliance through submission," Elias replied calmly. "Greystone is seated near the Ironveil Mine. Rich in iron and magical ore. Lord Casten has rights to it—"
"Funny," Lucas cut in, standing. "Because last I checked, Greystone wasn't under Stonewatch's dominion."
Elias's smirk faded. "Refusal would be unwise."
Lucas stepped closer, eyes glowing faintly as the system shimmered in his vision.
System Prompt: Threat Detected — Spies among Diplomats.
In an instant, Kaela and Elira had them surrounded. Thunderfang growled, and Zephyra appeared with a gust of wind.
Lucas didn't attack. Instead, he leaned in. "You're lucky I'm not in a bad mood. You'll leave Greystone now—and tell your general that if he wants the mine, he can come take it."
He nodded to Kaela, who disarmed and escorted them to the border. But Lucas wasn't done.
He turned to Elira. "Shadow them. I want to know where they're going."
Hours later, as the sun dipped behind the hills, Elira returned. Lucas was waiting at the stables with Umbra.
"They're not headed back to Stonewatch," Elira said. "They diverted east to the Ironveil Mine. And they weren't alone. A small camp's been set up. Looks militarized."
Lucas mounted Umbra. "Let's see what secrets this mine holds."
From a high ridge, Lucas observed the mining site. Tents, armored soldiers, and supply wagons clustered beneath makeshift fortifications. In the center stood a large pavilion. Within, a towering man barked orders.
He was built like a wall of steel, with a scar down one side of his face and armor marked with the crest of Stonewatch—a silver sword across black stone.
General Darion Bragg.
Lucas recognized him from Reynard's briefings. One of Stonewatch's three generals. Brutal, seasoned, and arrogant.
Inside the tent, the spies knelt.
"He refused," Elias reported, head bowed.
Darion laughed. "Of course he did. Boy thinks one battle makes him a lord. He forgets who owns these lands."
Another spy tried to speak. "My lord, he was... intimidating. His beasts—"
Darion slammed a gauntleted fist into the table. "Silence. You're cowards. The mine is ours. Greystone's walls are fresh paint on mud. We'll break them within a week."
Lucas quietly withdrew, eyes narrowed.
He now had two truths: the mine was contested, and war was coming.
But this time, he would strike first.