The rest of the day went off as anyone would expect a celebration. But by the next day, the party had died. Nothing exactly changed for most people, Layla was queen in all but name until yesterday.
He was having a report and a meal with his full council. A tradition from the eleven dealing with different clans among them.
"There is something we can report," said a goblin.
"Go ahead," said Kurt.
"As you know we have been dealing with the Valentine clan in trying to find some allied species among their lands."
"Because we can translate their languages. We had to start moving down the coast because of a particularly dangerous territory."
"Yes my lord, we have managed to make deals with some smaller communities of creatures. Unfortunately, nothing too substantial in size but a network is slowly forming…This is not important. It's that we have found a wyvern den."
"A wyvren den?" said Kurt.
"Yes, a variety that would be suitable mounts for us," said the goblin.
