Henryk Dabrowski, the patriarch of the Dabrowski family. Sitting in his manor, he looked down at the letter that had arrived and frowned. It was unusual for Snowid to send word to him ever since Izaak's death. Both families had kept a safe distance from one another, with the Dabrowski family leaving the capital and retreating back to their lands.
"Father." Lech, Henryk's second son, called out, seeing his father's confused face. Sighing, he handed the note over and leaned back into his chair.
"Konrad has sent word on Snowid's behalf. They believe the Empire is about to make a move." Looking at the letter, Lech chuckled and threw the note onto the table.
"It obviously a diversion. I mean, do they have any proof." Clicking his tongue, Henryk scratched his beard, falling into thought.
"But why send word to us?"
"Because we are the guardians of the west, the first line of defence against the Empire."