A noble in a village

Four years had passed since Cint first heard the tale of Ionr. Now ten years old, his strength and determination had grown. After turning ten, he spent most of his days helping his father in the fields, as it was customary for children to assist their parents once they reached that age, learning the ways of the land. His nights, however, were filled with dreams of the adventures he longed to have. One typical morning, news spread quickly through the village: a noble was passing through Yunt in a grand carriage. For most villagers, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Yunt was typically visited only by tax collectors; even merchants rarely stopped in their small, isolated village. The elderly recalled some visits from the past, but no one young had ever seen a noble in person. Cint stood among a crowd of villagers gathered by the roadside, his heart pounding with anticipation. The noble's entourage moved through Yunt, horses draped in fine fabrics, knights bearing gleaming swords, and banners fluttering high, marked with the crest of a powerful house. In the center of it all, the noble sat in his carriage, barely visible behind velvet curtains. As the entourage come closer, Cint wondered why someone of such high status would come to a place like Yunt. Suddenly, the entourage came to a halt, and a figure resembling a messenger emerged from one of the carriages.

"Who is this village's chief? Our patron has messages for him," the messenger called out.

As soon as the messenger spoke, Chief Luto approached him.

"Our patron asks if you have a suitable place for him to stay," the messenger continued.

Yunt was not known for its wealth, and the living conditions were bare minimum, but there was one building decent enough for a noble. Chief Luto replied, "We have a gathering hall with enough beds for twelve people."

The messenger looked disappointed at the chief's response. "Is that all? Our entourage has over twenty people; we won’t all fit."

Chief Luto, searched for a solution to the problem. The messenger's eyes narrowed as the chief glanced around at the crowd, hoping someone would step forward with an answer. But no one spoke. Yunt’s humble homes could not provide more than the barest hospitality, and even the gathering hall’s twelve beds were a luxury in the village.

“we leave room for your patron and his closest attendants,” Luto offered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “We can make sure they are comfortable, and for the rest of the entourage we can assemble a camp.”

The messenger considered for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. The patron will take the hall, and your people will see to it that he and his attendants are treated well.”

The villagers began to murmur, both nervous and excited most of them rushed to the gathering hall, as preparations were hastily made to accommodate the noble and his entourage, People gathered food they had from the storage fetching fresh water from the well and cleaning the hall as best they could. Cint,  who had been standing quietly, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity. The presence of the noble only deepened his ambition to explore the wider world. He wondered again why someone of such status had come to their village, and what secrets this noble might hold. As the noble’s carriage led to the hall, Cint’s curiosity got the better of him. He moved closer, slipping between villagers as he made his way toward the building. Just as Cint reached the edge of the gathering, a man that looked like a guard stepped out of the carriage, his face set in a stern expression. He caught sight of Cint, who had moved a little too close. But couldnt care les about a small boy. Cint got scared the mans look and stepped away, The entourage settled in, important guests including the noble stayed on the gathering hall and the rest of them made camp outside gathering hall. Cint really wanted to talk to one of those people and ask them about where they were going, and whats in the outside world but almost all of the guest seemed scary, most of them were soldiers and body guards and rest of them looked like they wouldnt bother talking to a kid in a small village.