"What's the situation?"
The main hall of the army office is beaming with anticipation, as several messengers come and go through portals carrying information.
"Your Highness, Marquess Otbert has called for the Blessed faction to gather at Beaudorf. It seems that they were already in position for the call, as the troops are moving this very moment."
"Beaudorf, huh?"
It's ironic that the faction that fights for human superiority is gathering in a city named after a beautiful dwarf.
It's a strategic position within Otbert's domains, roughly 150 km west from East Rising. It controls the communication between Wesgoth's heartlands and the southern countries.
That city is the source and seat of his economic power, a bustling trade city. And where we had already assumed that their troops would rally.
"Perfect. Keep an eye on their movements and inform me of any out-of-the-ordinary moves."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Will we attack soon, Aurea?"
