[Narrated] The Deadly Marshes

Since people again sat their foot on the land of Lunorth people have been said to disappear into the marshes to the north.

After the peat garthering has increased in the area, the marshes has been even more aggresive, and now the workers have put their attention towards Lord Troels Kettle. Ever since he was appointed the Voice of the Protector people have been hurling problems after him.

During one of his audiens with the people of Northeim, one of the spokesmen of the peaters came to speak his mind:

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"We the peaters are tired of having to move around in large groups when out in the marshes. And tired of having to fear for not only our own life, but the life of our dear ones who follow us to the peat camps."

The man talking stood in the middle of the large hall. Behind him stood a moderate group of peaters and farmers nodding in his favor. The man who was a large muscular fellow with a deep voice which everyone could clearly hear even thou he didn't yell. Even with his large posture he seemed small to the men at the end of the hall. It was these men who decided the fates of those who presented their problems and ideas for the lords. In the middle of these men sat Lord Troels Kettle.

"And we won't work one more day until something is done about the creatures in the marshes!"

The man ended his speach and his followers cheered loudly.

Troels had only made a few steps away from the spokeman when he heard a loud and confident

"No"

The room went silent and everyone anticipated Troels reaction, but before Troels could say anything the man continued as confident as before

"If we are to continue working, gambling the lifes of our loved one in the process, we demand guards or a higher pay so that we can buy one for ourselves."

Troels swung his mace but the man moved swiftly to the side grapping Troels arm so that he couldn't swing again.

"We are not here to fight, if the lords won't accept our terms then we will be of no more trouble to this country"

The man said and let go of Troels arm

"May we go in peace?"

The hall was silent in anticipation. From behind his papers Ludvig Korbs rose.

"My Lord, if I may I believe I might have a solution which would please all parties"

Ludvigs character was crooked standing there, his posture was overbend from sitting all day with his nose in every paper he could get his hands on. He had always been a part of the ruling society in Lunorth, although always from behind the scenes. Troels had changed that for him, he was convinced that it would help if people could see the green face of the one in charge of Lunorths finances.

The spokeman fell to his knee after the sound of a muffled "crack" left his manhood. An fierce look where to be seen on the rest of the peasents faces, but they seemed to rethink their position after a glanse of the armored guards ready to spring to action.

A hint of pity where found on Ludvigs otherwise grim old face. He moved down to the spokesman while answering Troels:

"I suggest we allow them to be accompanied by guards, your guards to be specific. I find that we here got a upportunity to show that we care about our people, and investigate the rumours. While we are there these people will be protected"

He helped the peasent up.

"And if there truly are no danger, then there should be no need to keep guards there anyway"

He turned towards Troels and tried to send him a cheering smile. As cheering a smile an orc can give.

The guards started to huddle the peasants together as quick as they could, but stopped instantly by the words from William, looking towards the lords in anticipation.

Ludvig gave a nod towards Lord William

"Good to see you my Lord, what is the cause for the late entrance?"

The guards shiftly moved the peasants out of the hall, closing the great doors in front of them preventing the sound of their unhappiness to reach the Lords.

After securing the peasants, the guards quickly went back to their positions.