Michael and Ollie sat in a room lined with old tomes and dozens of different heraldic banners. An old man with small spectacles and a hunched back had laid out dozens of different papers showing different shields, colors, animals, plants and even phrases. Michael assumed that the man would use some variation of ink transfer in order to layer each part and create something new. They needed to come up with heraldry for themselves now that they were going to be Counts.“It's been some time since I’ve had to create something new. I don’t think I’ve done it for a decade. I had hoped the Prince might want to do something new, as his father had, but he just defaulted to the oldest design that already had banners and emblems across Hume. A practical choice, but I would’ve preferred something a bit more challenging.” He straightened a sheet of paper on the right and moved a small stone to keep it from fluttering away. There was a window at one end of the room that was slightly open and the light breeze was just strong enough to shift papers every few seconds.Michael wondered why he didn’t just close the window, but it wasn’t his room, and the man seemed to like things his own particular way.“Do you two lords have an idea of how you wish this to look?”Michael smiled. He knew exactly what he wanted.“Per pale, argent and sable, a double-headed eagle displayed counterchanged, on a shield of the same, with the word 'Ingenium' written beneath in letters sable upon a tenné field.”“The fuck language is that?” asked Ollie.“It’s the traditional way to describe a blazon. My son Gabriel was really into this kind of thing and in school he had a project to make one for the family. I just described the one he made, but in Older Humish language. I asked Bren what the equivalent would be after training earlier.”“Very impressive my lord,” said the herald, already uncorking some silver and orange ink. “I had not expected (...)