The banners of Swadia fluttered weakly in the dry heat of the Dhirim plains. Count Klargus, once a man who solved every dispute with a lance, now sat at a mahogany desk within the keep, nursing a massive headache and a stack of diplomatic envoys.
Klargus sighed. In the old days, Sanjar Khan would have simply ridden over the hills with five hundred horse archers. Now, the Khan was sending polite letters. Klargus looked at his treasury report. His had been busy; taxes were being collected efficiently, and the local peasants actually liked him for once because he’d lowered the duty on grain. Mount and blade warband diplomacy mod 1.167
Klargus stood, his hand instinctively reaching for the heavy greatsword leaning against the wall. But then he stopped. He looked at his , who was currently training a new batch of recruits to be elite sharpshooters. The banners of Swadia fluttered weakly in the
Calradia was changing, and Klargus was determined to own it, one signature at a time. In the old days, Sanjar Khan would have