"I shall present them the option to send champions," Marod said. "Though I hope it shall not become too grand a tournament." He chortled, completely dropping his serious demeanour. "As for heading back, yes, I do not see any point in tarrying. The sooner I can present this to the council and the legion...or perhaps even the Emperor, if required, the sooner we'll have an answer for you."

Lunise looked as though she wanted to spit in Marod's face across the table. She managed to blink her eyes slowly to Meesei and straightened. "I know not the exact length of time it shall take for the Dominion to respond to your proposal, Meesei. In the meantime, if you want your Imperial steel-clad lampreys to help, you had best be in peak condition to meet who the Dominion sends to challenge you."

"At any rate," Fendros cut in. "We'll have your encampment sites ready. I have ranged a distance in these caverns and I know those who have ranged further. I think, if your superiors are positive to this, you could see them when you next visit?"

"Good," Lunise responded, crossing her arms.

Marod nodded to Fendros and smiled.

"If that is all, Meesei?" Vera asked. "I believe we all have tasks ahead of us now."