Chapter 166: To Kill Or Not To Kill That Was The Question.
"Be careful what you say."
"For anything from how you speak to your education level can be understood from how you talk."
"And not only from the way you speak."
"But what you understand and don’t understand."
"For there are certain things that only someone with a high level of experience or education would know."
"Especially in the implied meanings that litter the conversations around politics and knowledge a commoner would know, and the knowledge a man of influence or noble birth would know."
Baron Rahler Rushe, Lord of Waeldestone in the Kingdom of Rinada.
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’Bloody rain, why the fuck did this have to happen while there’s a rainstorm!’
A man of 5 feet 10 inches complained as he rode across the dirt road, which looked more like a muddied pit than a road.
Baron Rahler Rushe complained internally, cursing the appalling weather that was all too common in Great Britain, and was riding towards Tregaron, one of three villages within his small domain whose main exports were salt and fish. His clenched fists held the reins to his horse after years of war; the baron, in his mid-thirties, was looking forward to a nice, easy life.
Yet now he had to leave the comfort of his castle to travel in the blasted rain that even now began to let cold seep into his body, reminding him of his days on campaign when he had to march in such harsh conditions.