The cobblestone streets of Percival Barony buzzed with life. Merchants hawked their wares, children darted through the crowd, and the scent of fresh bread mingled with the tang of iron from nearby forges. Sir Juno, clad in gleaming silver armor adorned with the crest of his order, strode through the bustling town square, his knights trailing behind in disciplined formation. Beside him walked his second-in-command, Sir Cedric, a grizzled man with sharp eyes and a perpetually skeptical frown.
"Isn't this barony strange, Sir Juno?" Cedric said, his voice low as he scanned the vibrant marketplace. "It's grown so much in just a few months. Coincidentally, right when Baron Percival supposedly fell ill."
