The Elven Forest
Swordsworn General's POV:
"Madam, the humans retreated from our territory a week ago, we shouldn't waste time recouping it," draped under a cloak as dark as the night itself, the messenger's eyes shooting me daggers of resentment.
Ignoring her, I brought my attention back to the table, my hands running through the parchment map on top of it.
"The humans may have retreated but the crack between our realms remains open," looking through the map, I grabbed a golden coin from the side and laid it where the crack was to be. "For all we know it could be a trick to lure us into a false sense of comfort, and if they've truly retreated then all we need to do is wait a few months to carefully study that terrain to ensure they'd not left any traps behind."