Chapter 91: Setting Out
The sky was dark, the moon bright, and stars sparse.
Lothar, seizing the opportunity while Fringilla and Banu were in a standoff, stealthily slipped out the door for a breath of air.
Although the air outside wasn't particularly fresh either—one could faintly smell the subtle odor of livestock from the stables not far away—most people didn't consider this an unpleasant smell. A few serfs even slept in livestock sheds. In Lothar's old home, Aargau, being able to huddle together with livestock for warmth during a blizzard was considered a rare privilege.
Just as he stepped out, he saw Hans squatting in a corner by the wall, an embarrassed expression on his face. "Milord, if I said I wasn't eavesdropping, would you believe me?"
"I believe you. No need to explain." Lothar patted his shoulder. Hans was an honest fellow; he must have been worried about his safety to specifically wait by the door.
"But just letting those two fight, will it be alright?"
