Nia's jaw drops as he gapes at Sirius. "The Draven clan?!" he demands.
Sirius nods as he puts Calien down and urges her to leave the room. She grumbles and glares at Sirius but leaves anyway. He watches her leave before nodding to Nia to continue.
"Your intel has to be wrong! The Draven clan only has three members. They're not strong enough to be getting in a war. Nor do they have anything that would interest the Orsovas!"
"No, the intel is correct. They sent a whole a*s letter of declaration. It clearly stated that the Draven clan was part of it. Apparently, they decided to join the effort so they could get rid of you. Something about you killing the son of the clan's head?" Sirius crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the fridge.