One of the generals, an older elf with a scar across his cheek, nodded. "A clear statement, my lady."
"Indeed," Arnarra said. "But statements alone are not enough. Oberon has consolidated power faster than I anticipated. And he has Aiden."
Another general, a woman with silver braids, spoke up. "The bastard is dangerous, my lady. His power is… unnatural."
After the war, it was only natural that tales of Aiden's power were well known in all nine kingdoms.
"I'm aware," Arnarra said. "Which is why we must be cautious. Direct confrontation is not an option. We only need Oberon's head."
She gestured to three figures in dark, fitted armor, who stood some distance away from the table.
They were elves, with twin daggers strapped to their thighs.
Arnarra looked at the who stood infront of them, apparently their leader. "You know what to do."
"Yes, my lady." He spoke for the group, and with that they were gone, vanishing from sight in an instant.
