The valet named Fenton replied respectfully, "Sixty-three years, sir."

"And your daughter... I heard she's doing well in Morhen?" Godwin asked.

"More or less." Fenton nodded, chuckling. "Word has it that she's the leader of the Martial Alliance or some thingamajig. We'd never understand what the young ones are up to these days.”

Godwin turned toward his valet and old friend with a smile. "Well, Frank's alive. Does their betrothal still count?”

"Of course, my lord. I'll send word to my daughter right away and have her depart to Riverton and protect Master Frank immediately.”

"Good." Godwin nodded in satisfaction but soon shook his head and sighed. "Danger lurks in every corner of Draconia. We can only wait until that silly boy comes around!"

her, and he held her in turn, comforting her

nod at Burt and thank

to help today, and he was actually surprised to see Burt recover so quickly

I should do,” Burt scratched his head awkwardly, only speaking up when Frank and

just about to excuse himself when Helen stopped him. "Officer Yorkman, I know this might be

request, Burt turned

Cindy, but he knew blood relations were

Helen did not ask the favor out of worry but instead, out of obligation as

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