How could this have happened? Caradoc's mind was spinning. He had tried to reason with the mob only to find himself fighting his own people, the settlers he had chosen and worked side by side with to build Three Rivers. Where is Vitali? Issara? Benet? He fought his way to the road, surprised to find himself with his life. The mob of townsfolk were thankfully more interested in looting the castle. He shook his fist to the Gods and swore to return, to rebuild, to rule himself rather than relying on some nameless noble bastard. Trusty sword and shield in hand, he started down the road toward Brevoy. He may have been defeated tonight, but he would be back...
-Caradoc, Spymaster of Three Rivers
