Start The War

In the midst of the dimly lit study, where arcane symbols etched into the walls shimmered ever so subtly, I leaned forward, my voice barely audible. "It's descending into total chaos." I whispered, a note of desperation creeping in, "Dea, what could possibly happen now?"

From within, Dea responded, her voice a cool counterpoint to my rising anxiety, "Duke Aslan might resort to open hostility and wage war against us. The Duke and Duchess from the south and west are likely biding their time, awaiting our diplomatic negotiations regarding the slaves we've claimed."

Rubbing my temples, I questioned, "What's our way out?"