"So," His deep voice bellows across the room, "What is this I hear about a change of plans?"
Seated across from Aren and I, in far more comfortable chairs are the five leaders of the North; Rariza, our single ally, Daria, our dreadful enemy, Yelenia the one who rivals for the most power, Utis, the silent one and Gerin, the de facto leader of the group.
"My master wishes to disturb the Mayor's activities, he's been searching for me, as I'm sure your colleague has relayed to you." Aren speaks firmly and audibly, gone was the tremble that shook his voice weeks ago, replaced by an ever-present smug smile that implies a higher power and authority over whoever he's speaking to.
The mans talents lie in the subtleties of diplomacy and quiet threats it seems. Over the near three weeks we've been working on the Elven North, he's put down many attempts to go off the reins with that gentle smile of his.