The moment the interloper disappeared, Rughoi knew he had to act, and quickly. The intrusion, while in bad spirit, immediately told Rughoi some of the most important facts he's heard since his ascendance. To give up such an advantage unwittingly blathered by an enemy would be idiocy. Quickly, he ran the meeting through his head, trying to keep the valuable information in his head as he began once again to start planning. 

The first mistake his enemy made was to simply show up. This taught him that the magical defenses on the city were beginning to fail, and counter-revolutionaries could simply teleport through the walls. Immediately, he relayed this worry to Kutur, who promised to arrange a symposium and bolster the wards.

The second was to let slip the inner workings of the Fertile Valley. His words brought immediate revelation to the question hanging over his head since the attack on Aredor. It was official, the Valley would side against the Kobold Empire.

The third, and admittedly most useful, Akydon had told him of his reputation among his contemporaries. They thought him a joke, one easy to defeat. Rughoi realized then that he was wasting his time trying to gain respect from the neighboring powers. He must take advantage of this fact, and work around it. He ran to his bookshelf and took off a thick tome, detailing the history of the dracon continent and the relationships between kingdoms, and in those pages he found his salvation. The kingdoms of Hewaniar and Taoulmuansi, both longtime rivals of the Draconis cities. They will no doubt rejoice in the fall of Traeton, their economic rival, and would jump at the opportunity to topple their military competitor, Aredor. Perhaps a correspondence here, a correspondence there . . .

Rughoi closed the history book with a smile. The Fertile Valley armies, marching for his castle, are probably already congratulating each other on the victory. To see the shock on their faces when they must contend with a highly disciplined human legion, two armies from two great kingdoms in the west, and his own roving horde of kobold elites. Every flip of the coin put him ever closer to victory.