Berengar stood on the balcony of his Royal Palace, gazing off into the distance towards his enemies who lie in Northern Germany. In his hand was a hemp cigarette, which helped calm his nerves. Though the lands surrounding Kufstein were calm, in the distance, he could see a large storm gathering.
It was rare for him to get a peaceful moment where he could simply enjoy the gentle breeze of the Austrian Alps. After all, he spent most of his time either within his office or in a meeting with people from various branches of government.
As time passed, the cigarette contained between Berengar's lips degraded away into nothing, causing him to flick away its remains onto the ground before stomping out the flame. Despite having just smoked a whole cigarette, he immediately reached into his coat pocket and grabbed ahold of his packet, where he secured another such device and lit it.
