A convoy of carriages closed in on a manor outside a small village. Villagers saw it and closed their windows as Unyielding Soldiers silently shaped their weapons. Esmond sat alone in one of the carriages at the head of the convoy. He had been all around the Safrid lands cleaning up the triaots of the nations and preparing for the new Duchies that would be in their place.
The carriage came to a halt, and Esmond took a deep breath and got out. Stretching his limbs, he could tell his body was slowing down and getting older, but he pushed it aside. The guards at the gate watched as the Unyielding quickly got out and organised themselves into a neat line behind Esmond. Reaching into his pocket, he approached the guards.
"By order of the Empress and Prime Minister, I have been ordered to arrest the Baron for treason. Resistance or protection of the Earl will mean your arrest for assisting in his crimes." Esmond said coldly and watched as the guards stood to the side.
