The gun metal gray Erengardian landspeeders are very solid. They sacrifice grace for durability and speed, completely armor-plated and equipped with a single powerful engine. It has seating for the pilot, the gunner, two passengers, and the rear gunner. It must be said, it does not appeal to you at all in terms of glamor; the hull is bulky and square.
And so you set off into the night. The streets of Maurenburg steam in the frigid night. Heating plates reside underneath the cobblestones, melting the snow in order to keep the streets clear for the military.
Gurthka lives on the outskirts, near the walls.
She sighs.
"I see that you cannot be deterred from your present course. Very well.
"Since your departure for Coruscant, your mother had increasingly been at odds with your father. Mostly over Einar, really. The Countess did not feel that Einar would be a suitable leader for Erengard. She never explicitly stated that you should be made Castellan, but she did not think Einar had qualities befitting of a leader. The Castellan disagreed, vowing to follow the age-old tradition of first born inheritance.
"But when your mother threatened to leave, the Castellan changed his mind. He decided to consider Einar's qualifications, listening to the reason that your mother provided for so many years..."