Without waiting for a reaction to his joke, Maegar suddenly looks away, as if studying the play of light and s

Without waiting for a reaction to his joke, Maegar suddenly looks away, as if studying the play of light and shadow on the floor. "Truth be told, I haven't made any real plans for the future. I've barely gotten used to the idea that I'm not a vagrant with a sword, but a baron with my own lands, my own town, and my own home. But what does it mean?" He stops for a while, and then asks in a calm voice, "What about you, ? What life do you see for yourself? Do you see yourself settling here, in Varnhold? Or maybe you don't like the town and you're sick of me, and just waiting for a chance to find greater fortunes elsewhere?"