A flash of recognition flickered in the eyes of the old mage. He picked up the cup, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Hmm, cheeky boy. But you are, indeed, right. My Lord has plans for holding off the empire's interference for some time. This broadcast serves a far greater goal for his future plans."
Before Rattan could respond, the old mage's voice cut through the air, sharp and direct. "Why did you lie to your friends?"
