A chariot has passed through the street, where people were skittering in and out of their houses, stores and what looked a lot like factories. The passengers of the chariot looked out of the windows, as they were discussing recent matters.
"Sir, if you can't afford sending your child to instructor, why don't you teach him yourself?" A lady, in plain, but beautiful clothes, said with a bit of curiosity in her voice.
"I am failure as a noble, and you know this. Someone more experienced in the arts, more skilled..." A man, dressed in much more rich manner, replied. Apparently, the chariot belonged to him.
"Even if said person is a noble whose title was revoked for treason? You sure trust me a lot, Mortimer," lady said with a chuckle.
"Because we're good friends. After all, your influence was enough to save you from execution, and I have no reason to not treat you as a noble if you serve the Maneros like one."
"Well, then I will honor your request and will teach your child how to become a proper noble."
"My thanks, lady-" Something has shaken the chariot, as they saw a ball of solid fire fly by the window, "We're under attack! To arms!"
The two jumped out of the chariot just before a larger fireball has made it a stack of charred wood. The driver rolled by as he reported to the noble, "We're under attack. Two war-priests of Peros and a warlock. I recommend that we act accordingly."
"We will! Glacier Puncture!" He shouted out as he stood up and pointed his rapier at the foes. Moments later a spike of ice was shot out, only to be deflected by levitating orb of metal. Even worse, the ball changed color as it launched a copy of the attack at Mortimer. Meanwhile, the war-priests prepared another couple of fireballs as these flew towards the lady who was accompanying Mortimer in the chariot. She reacted quicker than they expected. "Blooming Fire!" A small fountain of fire rose from the earth, as it absorbed the fireballs. "Have at you!" The fountain exploded in a rain of fireballs... which all were directed at the foes. Seconds later, the attackers' bodies were all charred and incapable of anything.
"See. You're much more skilled than me... despite me being older than you. Youth truly fascinates me," Mortimer commented on sheer power of the lady's attack, "Though, now we will have to go all the way to my estate on foot. Arbilor, to me!"
The driver, Arbilor, replied as he followed Mortimer and the lady, "Aye, sir! Will we perform a funeral for horses?"
"I will send my servants to get the bodies or... two gold pieces to anyone who helps to carry my horses to my estate!" The noble proclaimed, as some of the peasants who were willing to get easy money decided to help out.
"You sure are generous for a noble... carriers don't even get a gold piece for carrying a box full of gold," The lady said.
"Yeah... yeah, I am. Well, why are we not moving? Chop, chop!" He said, slightly irritated.