Turning to Sir Balen of Stonefield, Damon continued, "Sir Balen, you sought assistance in training your militia to defend against bandit raids."
Balen straightened. "Yes, Your Grace. Our forces are inexperienced."
"I've assigned seasoned knights to conduct training exercises in your region," Damon informed him.
Balen's jaw clenched, but he managed a stiff bow. "Understood, Your Grace."
Finally, Damon faced Lord Varric of Greenhollow. "Lord Varric, your plea for medical supplies during the recent outbreak was urgent."
Varric's eyes narrowed. "Yes, the illness spread rapidly."
"I've sent healers and the requested supplies," Damon said.
Varric's lips pressed into a thin line. "Very well."
Damon leaned back, his gaze piercing. "It seems I've fulfilled each of your requests promptly and without delay."
The vassals exchanged uneasy glances, their discomfort palpable.
"Yet, I sense discontent," Damon observed. "Is there something amiss?"
