Centuries before Luminarche was even established as a country, Montague Castle had stood as an impenetrable fortress from which the Montagues ruled. Over the years, Montague Castle had survived countless assaults and catastrophes, including but not limited to multiple wars, high-tier dungeon breaks, and even a tax audit or two. It wasn’t an overexaggeration to say that it was without doubt one of the safest places in the entire country, only surpassed by the Grand Cathedral or the Royal Palace itself. As such, when Ranger Rodric spotted a figure stumbling down the single street that led up to Montague Castle, he wasn’t worried at all. Instead, he merely chuckled and nudged the Scout next to him. “Hey, looks like we got another lost drunkard on our hands.”Scout Edwin scowled. “Didn’t we have the city keepers put up some additional signposts just the other month? How do these people keep on taking the wrong turns?”The two of them were up in the guard tower that rose from the wall that encircled the castle grounds. As the man came closer into view, Rodric gave him a brief cursory scan, just to be safe. Even from this distance, his keen [Ranger’s Sight] was capable of spotting every minute detail, down to the individual specks of dust on the man’s cloak. It took him only two seconds to disregard the man as a threat; the man was unarmed, walked with a clear stagger that indicated he’d had one too many glasses to drink that night, and had a slumped posture that screamed untrained commoner.For some reason, upon seeing the castle, the drunk didn’t turn around. Instead, he continued stumbling forward, crossing over the bridge that spanned the ten-meter-wide moat lining the exterior wall. He reached the grand set of massive (...)