“I hope what I’ve said will not hurt your campaign,” the young man told the general. The two men stood upon a hill, overlooking the Tyrian army’s camp. Thousands of soldiers worked on setting up tents, fences, stakes and fire pits. The Tyrian general smiled, “No, young chieftain, do not worry about your words. I understand,” he lightly clapped […]
Yorra, the Minister of Continental Affairs, wanted to push the Ambassador for more information.
“How goes the campaign on the Chefron city states?” he asked.
“We’ve been encountering less resistance than we thought,” the Ambassador said, picking his words carefully. “However, there is a problem that is out of our control.”