Xen stared into the fireplace for a moment, contemplating upon the events of the past hour. His brows furrowed as his eyes closed, the index and thumb of his right hand coming to meet the bridge of his nose. [color=blue]"You are a fool, Sadron."[/color] He sighed, moving towards the table and the map. [color=blue]"Have the years been so unkind as to cloud your wisdom?"[/color] Xen smirked subtly, knowing the jab would undoubtedly irritate him. [color=blue]"It has been long, old friend."[/color]
	He placed his staff against the chair, leaning it carefully until it bore its own weight. He unfolded the map, running placement weights to the edges and leaned across the table against his knuckles. [color=blue]"I know only what you have told me, and not to underestimate them. They have already taken the Dwarven lands, this much you are certain. Do we know of any allies there?"[/color] His mind's eye played across the map, charting courses and highlighting likely enemy movement and encampments. If they are structured and organized, as they would likely be, they would have established headquarters in several key areas, taking over fortified positions. He wondered if there were any friends to be found in these lands. Those dwarves who would not kneel.



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