"So the humans have already allied with the elves, hm?"
A deep, masculine voice echoed across a hall.
His tone was rough.
The dwarf stroked his long beard as he studied the report placed in front of him.
"…Now we'll bleed if we mount another attack on the humans."
His tone was one of displeasure.
"That's right, Your Majesty." One dwarf across the long table nodded with a serious expression. "We can't afford to have our relationship with the dark elves compromised. We rely on them for much of our domestic consumption. We would suffer dire foot shortages if they placed an embargo on the export of cheap food to our great Bournvyrne Empire."
Many dwarves seated across the long table nodded in agreement as shadows danced across the room with the flickering flames that served as the only source of light within the otherwise dark hall.
