The Life and Times of Klinkar Strakentir - Part 5

The next day at noon the town elders arrived at the manor and arranged themselves in front of the door. Many of the other townspeople were there with the livestock that would be required for the prior two month’s taxes. Almost the entire hill from the tavern to the manor had either a person or an animal occupying its space. Sofna opened the door and Klinkar walked out to meet them.
“Baron Strakentir!” when Jacob yelled this, the entire throng began to cheer. After the cheering had lasted long enough Jacob walked forward and put his hands up for the crowd to be silent. “Baron,” Jacob continued, “we would like to ask your permission to replace the old sign with this new one.” Two of the men in front pulled a cloth bag off of an ornately carved sign that read ‘Strakentir.’
“Do you all understand that by calling this place Strakentir it will no longer be Berenholm, that it will be my town and that I will demand what is necessary of you to make it what I believe it can and will be. I will demand much of you, your farms and your families. Together we will build proper defenses, a proper tavern and a proper smithy. We will give our fair share to the Duke and be loyal subjects of Dunwynn, serving the Duke as he serves us. Agree to this and you may place the sign and call this place Strakentir.”
The crowd cheered and carried the sign down. The Berenholm sign was brought back to the manor. Klinkar decided it should be sent to Lord Beren’s family that lives in Dunwynn.
Klinkar met with the town elders that afternoon and outlined some of his plans for defenses and for the training of young men in the trade of war. He would personally train the first group that would be chosen by him from the town’s youth. They would train the rest with Klinkar overseeing the training. He would bring in volunteers first, but if not enough volunteered, he would conscript.
Klinkar also asked for people with ties to Bendenwood to reach out to them in an effort to strengthen ties. This would be done on a personal basis, rather than in an official way. The Duke would not be involved as Klinkar thought the ducal brand of diplomacy was not suitable for local matters. The people of Bendenwood and the Druids would be welcome in Strakentir, and Klinkar was hoping that they would reciprocate. Klinkar also wanted some of his men to train in Bendenwood to become expert archers.
After the meeting was over and Jacob was busy with the elders talking and arguing, Yasvina came over. “Baron Strakentir,” she began nervously. “I wanted to thank you for saving me.”
“I am the Baron here. I serve you and the people of this town as I serve the Duke. I’m sure if you saw an injustice being done, you would make an effort to intervene.”
“Why did the Ring of Truth allow me to lie? The truth was that I had given up on defending myself. You were the one that protected me.”
“This Ring of Truth?” Klinkar showed her the ring on his hand.
“Yes.”
“This is not a Ring of Truth. It is a Ring of Protection,” Klinkar said. He then reached into his pouch and took out a ring identical in appearance. “This is my Ring of Truth.”
Yasvina left that day thinking that the people of Strakentir had best be very careful in their dealings with the Baron.

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The Life and Times of Klinkar Strakentir - Part 5

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