Despite sitting on the most comfortable chair in the meeting room, Jason was probably the most stressed out. To his left were the Council of Twelve, wearing robe-like clothing with purple, white and blue as their trademark color. They're the highest Council in power and second to Jason. To his right were the Council of War, twelve representatives wearing the same clothing as "The Twelve" but with the red and white of the Soaria flag.
The circular room was beautifully lit with many skyward windows and drawings, but the mood was serious and dark. There was nobody else but a small group of important people among Soaria's government and completely no guards. This is business.
"I think we can agree that we will strengthen our spy network and swiftly put at least seventy percent of our soldiers on duty." One of the Twelve said, the others nodding professionally in a way that scared Jason. He didn't like those war meetings, but things had to be done.
"I don't like our neighbors in the North. I suggest we strength the North defenses or all of them, shall we be attacked." Somebody said among the small group.
Jason coughed, ready to say something in the meeting. "Have our sources in Mandisa reported back?" He asked casually.
"Their ruler appeared to be en route to the Northern countries. I wonder what could she be doing. Treaties? Political agreements?" Captain Iceseeker of the Soaria spy division, which was awfully small and limited to neighboring kingdoms.
The room exploded with conversation as each said their thought on this new piece of information. Jason leaned back and sighed quietly, preparing to sit through hours of this meeting.