"They've met? That may be..." Ri'vashi started, but her voice trailed off as she noticed that all of the others had taken their seats. Normally, Ri'vashi was the one to lead the meetings in the stronghold, but this time, of course, it was Meesei that would be directing them. Meesei laid out her papers in front of her and cleared her throat before she started. 

"It seems as if everyone is here, so we may begin. As I am sure you know, we are meeting today to discuss our march on Vile's stronghold. We will need to make the final decision on what forces to commit, and what resources we will need. The warriors of the Orcrest clan have been prepared to move for several weeks, from my understanding, so we may begin our march at any time. In front of you all are copies of most of the relevant information we will be discussing. I would like you all to take a moment to read through the information as I start explaining the situation. As you may already know, the enemy stronghold is located to the northeast of Corinthe, in the forests. It is close to a month away by land, so we will need to prepare accordingly. The impostor who arrived before me had intended to lead this clan's warriors into a trap, but in this case, that has worked in our favor. According to our interrogations of the prisoners, and the scouts reports, the stronghold's defenders are not at full strength. Even so, it is still well-defended, and we will need a powerful force to overtake it. The stronghold is the headquarters of our enemy's General: a Cathay-raht named Do'rhajul." Meesei explained.

Nearby to Meesei, Lorag had been taking a drink from a mug of water, or possibly alcohol, and as soon as she spoke that name, he coughed as if he were choking on it. "Gah, say what?" He exclaimed.