Lucas Carter stood before the high table of the newly built Council Hall inside the Greystone keep, his expression resolute. With the fall of General Darion and the escape that followed, the enemy had been provoked. War was inevitable. Now was the time to prepare.
Before him were seated the pillars of Greystone: Kaela, Elira, Reynard, and Malrick. The room was silent, thick with anticipation.
"We need to talk about Stonewatch," Lucas began, his voice calm but firm.
Malrick adjusted his fine velvet coat, the skunk on his shoulder squeaking indignantly. The creature had a faint mystical glow about its black and white fur, and when it yawned, faint ripples of illusion shimmered in the air.
"Their forces number roughly two thousand trained soldiers," Malrick began, unfurling a large parchment map. "Their city is fortified. Their mines enrich them. But their pride blinds them. Lord Agram believes Greystone is still a frontier town."
