Queen Myrasyn's posture softened by a degree. The sharp edge in her eyes faded, replaced by composed distance. "Where is Gorthrax the Eternal?"
"Making preparations," the Blind Grave Oracle replied.
Her head then angled toward Ragnar. "I may be reasonable. But you will not like what I have to say."
The dwarf king's expression hardened. His jaw set. He nodded once, releasing a breath through his nose.
"Go ahead."
She wasted no time. "Our partnership rests on a clear division. Elvardia reclaims its elven and dwarven captives. Humans and beastkin fall under the Covenant claim."
It was the basic agreement made between the two forces. While both parties had ulterior motives, bolstering their ranks was a boon they both desired.
"That division has been violated."
Her gaze drifted past the rulers, past the advisors and the glowing war table, as if she were looking directly at the cities themselves.
