Berengar sat in the gardens of his Imperial Palace while dressed in a rather simple outfit. He was wearing nothing more than a silk dress shirt, a pair of nice tailored slacks, and some leather oxfords. Meanwhile, the man sitting across from him was a dear old friend.
Eckhard was a man well past the prime of his life at this point. In fact, he was in his seventies now, and had grown quite feeble over the years. In truth, he did not know how much longer he was for this world, and as a result, he wanted to visit the Kaiser one last time before finally entering the grave.
It had been over thirty years since these two men first met, and at the time, Eckhard was swayed by Berengar's vision for the future, but no matter what the man may have told him, the wayward knight never would have believed that within his lifetime, the world would change so vastly.
