"What?! You and your ridiculous demands again, Inquisitor!"
Garron met the king's ire with a hard look of his sole seeing eye and walked to the table.
"I have just received a message from one of my agents. As if this weren't clear already, the raids are merely a distraction meant to slow your forces. The necromancer knows that despite all his efforts, he's outmatched. If he had more sense, he would already run and hide…"
The inquisitor pointed at a point on the map.
"Instead, he wants to take Soromill and make a stand there. Your Majesty, we will never be able to take a city of undead by starving them out, and a direct attack… I don't need to tell you how many losses we might take in the process."
Rafael gritted his teeth. Although his reason told him that Garron was saying wise things, the king just wanted to punch him. Or the table.
Instead, he only clenched his fist.
