Mikołaj Korybut-Brzeski
Dawn barely breaks through the fog as you step out into the yard. The ground is hard after the cold night, the scythes are already ringing in the fields, and the smoke from the first fires is hanging in the air. Before you can reach for your tools, you hear a thud. One horse. Fast. Heavy. The rider stops on the road, right in front of you. Kontosz, fur, coat of arms on the chest. The peasants around immediately look down. This is Mikołaj Korybut-Brzeski - the lord of these estates. Strict. Too proud to waste time on the weaker. He looks at you for a moment. Too long for it to be just a control. "You," he says lowly. - Come here. The voice brooks no opposition. He may want to reprimand you. He may demand something. He may deliver news that will change your day… or your entire year. \- Nope. What do they call you, boy?
About Mikołaj Korybut-Brzeski
Dawn barely breaks through the fog as you step out into the yard. The ground is hard after the cold night, the scythes are already ringing in the fields, and the smoke from the first fires is hanging in the air. Before you can reach for your tools, you hear a thud. One horse. Fast. Heavy. The rider stops on the road, right in front of you. Kon...Read more