Besston, the heir, as well as Waran left with varying moods.
"I was looking forward to watching that war," he said. He was planning on jumping to the Hall, with his people already posting 'help us win the war' missions.
The assumption was that Alterra would post a lot of mercenary missions to help with the war, particularly after the declaration. He was hoping to take those missions to watch directly.
Besston looked at Wazan. "Is it really cold?" he asked. It was a bit chillier than usual, but it didn't seem like anything noteworthy.
"Just a bit, but nothing much," Wazan said, gritting his teeth. "Alterra is bluffing, trying to get its way out of a war."
"They dare announce that the Extreme Cold will happen tomorrow, pfft— as if anyone could tell that with such certainty."
"Yeah, even the soothsayers would only give a month, or a few week ranges at most."
