Eight thousand coins…
Thandor had been seven thousand, now Amberwick was eight.
The numbers were beginning to pile up again in his head.
Darion leaned back slightly in his chair while Garren continued.
"Amberwick, like Thandor, isn't very far from us," the older knight explained. "About a day's ride from Percvale if travelling normally."
Darion nodded once for him to continue.
"The debt came after the first Baron fled," Garren said. "The next Baron tried stabilizing Percvale again and eventually went to Amberwick for assistance."
"They lent us the money under almost the same conditions as Thandor," Garren continued. "Repayment whenever Percvale recovered enough to manage it."
Darion frowned slightly.
That meant Percvale's earlier rulers actually had people willing to help them. Which somehow made the kingdom's collapse even more frustrating.
How do you not even recover slightly!
Then Garren added:
"But before repayment could happen… that Baron died during a hunting trip."
