The Hydra nodded silently.
"Also, after the sun sets, during the time I go to Hilde for reinforcements, please make sure to hide. I'll have the Dwarves hide in the mines too. It's just for a little while. As soon as I return, you can all come out," Jones said, looking at the Hydra.
The room was still.
Jones added softly, "Madam, I don't want you to get hurt."
"Alright, little bat. I'll do as you say," the Hydra nodded gently, "Don't worry, while you're away, I'll protect your Dwarves. After all, I am the Guardian of this city."
"Thank you, Madam."
...
*Is the situation dire?*
*The answer is very dire.*
If it were an ordinary letter from the Deacon Council, Jones wouldn't need to worry. As long as he didn't strike first, they wouldn't have a reason to use violence against him. Given enough time, Jones could always find a solution.
However, this wasn't an ordinary letter from the Deacon Council. Pushing this from behind was his own father.
