"Let me tell you what we are not going to do," Lily began.
The three sovereigns watched her across the table. The Stormlord of Virexion sat straight-backed and still, storm-gray and patient. The Crystal Sage of Thalmyr had folded her hands and arranged her face into perfect neutrality, the way someone does when they have decided not to give anything away before they understand the game. The Dawn Matriarch of Celestara watched with open wariness, radiant light moving faintly across her skin, the most guarded of the three because her kingdom had the least left to lose and therefore the most.
