Four male lords, rulers of the Central Fortress, had gathered that night, their expressions far more grim than usual. The once relaxed atmosphere was gone. Now, the air was thick with tension.
Some wore visibly annoyed expressions, while others remained silent and tense, their jaws tight with unease.
And then, there was the angry lord. His every word was laced with frustration and barely restrained fury.
Slamming his hand on the table, he spoke sharply, "They have truly pissed me off! My troops got killed! We cannot let this keep happening."
The leader lord, the one being confronted, simply smiled thinly. He tapped his fingers against the table, unbothered, making no immediate effort to respond.
The strategic lord, adjusting his glasses, was the first to reply.
"Clearly, they're only doing this to throw us off. They know they can't win this Dominion Skirmish just by pulling off small-scale disruptions like this."
The angry lord snapped back instantly.
