The Conclave

Another few days passed as the cleanup was finished around Valor, Ellie and I helped out wherever we could. A grand ceremony was held to commemorate those who died in the battle and to reward those who had fought and survived. On word from the King I was promoted again to the rank of Viscount for my efforts in slaying Argren. A few days after the memorial service Alvin came to the manor for a visit.

“Hello Viscount Jordan,” Alvin said with a wink and a smile giving me a nudge. “I hope this day finds you well.”

“Good morning Alvin,” I said with a sigh. I was still not used to the new title. “Please come in, Ellie and I were just making breakfast.” Alvin followed me into the kitchen and greeted Ellie as he sat down at the table.

“Good morning Alvin,” Ellie said as I stood beside her to help cook. “ How are you?”

“I am quite well this morning.” He said. I looked at Alvin, then at Ellie and smiled. I had a feeling Alvin was here for more than breakfast and a chat, and the tension from