Surprisingly. At that burial, not a single person except my mother knew who I was and from every moment I was introduced to anyone, I was her niece Tara Marinda from Oxfall town. It rather never bothered me and not in a snitch did it pass my mind to why I didn’t grow up in that house.
A very large mansion rather a villa. On its outside painted in faint black but on the inside, very bright white. Not any of the furniture to my gaze was any other color except black.
The stories of the war only reached Duskwick through the royal informants of the Duskwick Family straight to King Joseph Duskwick III and from his seat would he command the training and disposal of the army. Boys at eighteen were already army age and would be assigned their respective general commanders while girls at twenty one.
I was six years away from joining the army and couldn’t wait any longer. It had become juice and fruit to my ears that I wanted to join immediately. After my father’s burial, I was in letter asked to stay in Duskwick with mother who seemed rather depressed from the loss. She could no longer run the Lyle business and trusted no one else in the house care.
Flynn Lyle my father dealt in mining gold and had bought almost every mining area around three nearing cities. Oxfall, Newgrasp and frosthaven. The business was at the time facing a blow due to the conquest of frosthaven and the same loss of holder.
During my very first stay weeks in the Lyle villa, the workers were very unwelcoming and hardly listened to my own orders except those of my mother. I couldn’t tell whether it was a scarecrow blow to them or they were afraid that I was to take advantage of the unexplainable loads of properties that Lyle as a name possessed. Weeks later, my mother caught an illness that led to her deceasing five months forward.
Exactly three days after her death, the guild caretaker of the mansion called in a gentleman by the names Mathew Lodoff who was supposedly to read the big Lyle will. It was off on the thirteenth of February sixteen hundred twenty on a very promising lovely night when Lodoff read off the will. They were two envelopes he held in his hands each possessing a beige colored piece of paper. One bigger and one smaller.
Lodoff was a very tall slim gentleman who wore a long stripped coat, a tinny bowtie and inner white short sleeved shirt. Long pair of shoes that had me doubting whether they really embraced all his feet. With him Carried a pale black case that came held by a female who was always left behind the kitchen on his entry. At his coat chest pocket was a case of eye glasses which he told out at his very start as he open to begin.
That evening, he was invited in to the living room and took a seat at his command commencing one of the letter from the large envelope that read;
On the tenth September sixteen hundred and four, the Lyle heir was born. As of my own passing away Loren Flynn Marinda Lyle, every property I possess will be passed to my wife Margot Annette Lyle then to Tara Marinda Lyle as soon as she turns twenty one.
And down was his signature. He then turned his eyes at me giving me the attention he should have done at first saying. “I believe your Miss Tara Marinda Lyle?” and I responded. “As stated Mr. Lodoff.”