6.12 – Arrival

6.12 – Arrival

Soon enough the train had pulled into the station, and Natalie and her team stepped off into Tarenhelm.

Tarenhelm was a small city, tiny compared to Aradon, though it was still many, many times the size of Natalie's hometown, which might not even show up on all maps. Natalie mused at how much her standards had adjusted after living in a place like the capital of Valhaur. The bustle of the receiving station was nearly placid in comparison to Aradon.

A guide greeted them as they stepped off the train, a short, distinguished-appearing man with brown hair. His eyes flicked across Natalie's group before landing, and sticking, on Liz. Immediately, the man began to ingratiate himself with her. He spared a few perfunctory attempts to introduce himself to Natalie and the others, but it was clear his attention was primarily, if not wholly, focused on Liz.

For a few moments, Natalie was perplexed by the man's behavior. How quickly he had started trying to endear himself to Liz. Why he was treating her like ... well, royalty.

Of course, that thought cleared things up.

Because Liz was royalty.

Despite just a few hours ago having played into that in a very lewd way, Natalie had almost forgotten. Most people at Tenet treated Liz fairly normally. Not just because they were around her every day, but also because Tenet in general was crawling with nobility. But out here? In an unimportant town several hours from Aradon? The name 'Beaumon' came as much more of a shock.

It was weird to be contextually reminded of Liz's status. Of her placement in the most important family in Valhaur. Someone only slightly removed from the King himself.

Natalie had become friends with a girl from the actual royal family.

Weird.

What had Liz's upbringing been like, anyway? She came from wealth and privilege far outstripping this Baron's. Compared to her father's estate—who was the brother of the King—this three-story manor with pretty decorations had to be, what, paltry? Unimpressive? Had she even taken note of it?

Eventually, their host arrived. Baron Edric Crestwood was an aging, portly man with ruddy cheeks who waddled as much as walked. His fine manner of dress only slightly improved his image. And despite seeming winded from having come to greet them, his words were loud and clear—a natural orator, as most members of the aristocracy were. At least the ones ruling over cities.

"Ah, honored guests from Tenet, let me offer you an effusive welcome," he said, his eyes, unsurprisingly, politely meeting Natalie's and the rest, before definitively settling on Liz.

The Baron was accompanied by two others: a man and a woman. The man was older, with a beard speckled with gray, and not nearly as well dressed as his company. By the bow slung over his back and his simple tunic, Natalie could infer he wasn't a member of the Baron's estate. Some relevant guest to the mission. The woman was of the opposite image: dressed in a gorgeous, flowing blue dress that had to have cost a fortune. She was much younger than the other two, in her early twenties at most—probably around Natalie and her team's age.

Liz, having been taking the lead since the train station, set aside her tea and rose gracefully from her seat. "Thank you for receiving us, Lord Baron. We're honored by your personal audience."

The words were so formal they felt nearly jarring, coming from Liz. But this was an official function of sorts—or at least that was how Liz was treating it. As maybe she should. This was a Baron, not some random associate of the local garrison giving them a briefing on recent monster troubles.

And Natalie would admit it continued to be as amusing as it was jarring. The Baron seemed immediately flustered by Liz's words.

"Think nothing of it, Lady Beaumon. For one of your lineage, much less coming to our defense, it's the least I could do. Please, have a seat."

Liz politely did so.

"I won't take any more of your time than I need to," the Baron said. "You are here on business. Let's dispense of the frivolities and get straight into it." He worriedly checked with Liz to see if that was fine—the royal nodded in approval. "Excellent," he said, emboldened. "So. This is the gist."