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"May I come in commander?"
You hear a grunt beyond the door. The commander of the Mirtonia Stronghold is a men of few words, and even few grunts (all sound the same). So, you assume this mean "yes" and push the heavy door, reinforced with old, rusty iron plates.
"I have a letter here for you, my young foreigner" He throws an scroll on the table. "And this, " he waves another paper, "is your official dispense from our service"
"And what says the letter?", you ask.
"Read it and you will know"
"You read it before, so please spare me some time"
"You have a sharp and fast tongue young man", the commander squezes some papers with his huge fist.
"Anyway, I'm happy to get rid of you, so I'll tell you. Your father died and you have a nice castle as heritage". You take a quick look to the letter. Indeed, you have a castle. A few months before, your father divided his best properties among your elder brothers and retired to the old mansion of Urmar, a place as ugly as its name. And that is your only heritage, a ruined fortress in a remote and dangerous place in the heart of barbarian lands.
"Thank you father", you think, "Thank you for sending me far from them. Thank you for denying me the peace, because peace is the less I need. The king, my brothers, and all the kingdom will hear about me soon. Sadly, will hear bad news".