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He didn't want to just give up on the idea, though. He was the Lord of Warrenhold, now. There had to be something he could do for the Elroy kids. He just had to figure out what it was.

With his training for the morning over with, Hector returned to his chamber to change into clothes that weren't tattered, and then started making the rounds. Garovel had previously told him that he should make a habit of visiting all of Warrenhold's facilities every day.

'Even if it's just a brief check-in, the routine of it is important for a multitude of reasons,' the reaper had told him. 'As a lord, you have a responsibility to your subjects, and the more visible you are to them, the easier it will be for them to place their trust in you. But also, there's no telling when someone might use this routine as an opportunity to inform you of something that you didn't already know. A proper lord should try to know everything that happens on his land.'

Hector very much appreciated the advice. When it came to acting like a lord, he was basically just winging it.

As he was making his rounds, however, a familiar sensation acquired his attention, and he decided to interrupt his lordly duties for a more pressing concern.

The Shard of the Dry God was calling out to him.


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'That's everything,' said Emiliana. 'Did you get it all?'

Hector's pen was still scribbling. 'What was that last one again?'

'Ridgemark,' she said. 'A sunken cave near the two-toned rock.'

He nodded as he finished transcribing her words. 'What's a two-toned rock?'

'I don't know. I am just telling you what it said.'

'Hmm. Do you know where Ridgemark is, exactly?'

'I do, actually. I looked that up, too. It's a city on the southernmost coast of Vantalay. Near the Gulf of Vantalay.'

He added that to his notes. 'Thanks.'