“That’s rude and unfair to my people!” Aalejah said in outrage.
“Really?” Lith asked in mild amusement. “Is seizing a fortress with a mana geyser and magical mines from the hands of filthy humans an unthinkable act for the high and noble elves?”
“No.” She slouched, sighing deeply as she had to concede the point.
“Thank you for coming with us, Ryla.” Carana, the Traughen senator said. “You have no reason to risk your life by accompanying us. It’s we who need you to boost the morale of Glemos’ believers. I won’t forgive this favor.”
“Please, it’s no favor at all.” The Fomor shook her head. “I’m the one who convinced my fellow Balors and Fomors to join the fight in Jiera. They are my people, and I’m responsible for their fate. This is my battle too.”
“Lord Morok…” Br’ey the Orc tried to speak, but the Tyrant cut her short.
“I know. We have to keep the whole ‘Glemos’ heir and savior of Zelex’ façade. I know my role, and I feel as responsible as Ryla, if not more. The people of Zelex are here because of my father.”
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