Imperial Diet V

[Cecil XIX]

An older knight enters the Diet and addresses those assembled.

My lords, Bran is ours. The King of Hungary was scant challenge for our men. However, the battle was not without cost.

Sigismund von Mahren is dead. Not from an assassin's blade, like his namesake Sigismund der Stoltze. Not in from the sword of his enemy, like his brother Ehrhart von Mahren. It was an arrow. A simple arrow fired from a tower, only moments before the King of Hungary himself perished at the hands of our spearmen. Only minutes after the spearmen took over for Sigismund's guard, after he had delayed the King of Hungary long enough for the spearmen to catch up. Mourn any way you want. I'm going to get drunk.