232 Winged Wolves

 "Thus, your grace, we'd like for our small village to join the alliance of races. I do apologize for the bluntness. Sadly, there isn't much time left – our home is under attack from frost monsters hailing from the alps. A few years back, the establishment of the Ardanian crown was something that had reached our leader – though we didn't pay heed for politics always planted the seed for chaos and misunderstanding," knelt formally with a single person staring at her majesty and speaking, the winged wolves were desperate. "Therefore, selfish as it may be, we're still inhabitants of the bountiful land of Arda – all we want is for the protection of our village," the plea ended in silence. Peering over the balustrade above, low-ranked nobles who came for a visit. Wine glass in hand with elaborate attire and accessories, they listened with the utmost care.