"Truth be told, there isn't all that much history to these parts. Events that reach beyond a single settlement are rare. There are as many histories here as there are baronies and villages, but hardly any overarching, grand theme. Instead of one big history we have many small ones. But if you want to learn more about Kirborg and its history, you really should seek out Tark. He's been here, for, oh I don't know, eighteen years, twenty perhaps. Or try Eluard," she said, mentioning her scribe, "if you are interested in local genealogies, and such things. He has a good memory, and dealing with the local tax affairs he has to keep track of the local population to some extend."<br/><br/>The baroness drank deeply again and rose. "I should mingle a little, if you'll excuse me? While I see these people every day, tonight is a time for being a little less formal, all of us just being followers of the same gods. These moments don't come all that often."<br/><br/>* * * * *<br/><br/>That had been the 21st of December, and some time during the early morning of the 23rd the baroness left on the inspection tour she had mentioned to Mialla, or so the bard was told on that day. For the next few days Mialla would have time aplenty to herself.