The flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows across the finely crafted table in the center of the room.
Queen Elara, her face etched with the weariness of a manybattles and a lifetime of loss, addressed her sisters, Aella and Kaela.
Beside her stood Syvis, her loyal companion, seemingly indifferent to the heated discussion unfolding before them. The air hung thick with the scent of damp stone and unspoken anxieties.
"We need allies," Elara stated, her voice resonating with a controlled firmness. "The orcs...although seemingly weird... and despite their… unconventional nature of conducting themselves. The Ereians, though with a new leader at the helm. An alliance with them would secure our peaceful settlement in their lands."