"Prince Wiggins and I go way back," the Deputy Commander explained, his gaze fixed on Orion. "It's professional courtesy. I extend a courtesy here, and when those two report back, he'll return the favor."
Sometimes, power was a currency of mutual respect. The Deputy Commander's gesture would be reported, and if Prince Wiggins was the friend he claimed to be, he would ensure the matter was dropped. Great factions didn't go to war over a backwater like the Godforsaken Land. The cost-benefit analysis just wasn't there.
"This world is special," the Deputy Commander continued, his tone shifting to that of a mentor. "It's been modified by a Grand Magus of the Eltar Mage Alliance. If you can hold it, you can use it as a crucible to forge a steady stream of archlords for your Stoneheart Horde. For those with enough potential, that sliver of Desert's Authority could even be the catalyst for their ascension to demigod."
