Out Of Excuses.

“Why did you accept such terms? It’s clear we could have pushed the city hall into a corner, negotiated a better deal, and reduced the number of mages we have to send for such a gruesome battle, you know we can’t afford to lose so many of our mages in a meaningless war like this,” the Grand Elder said, his voice sharp as the ground beside him cracked open, revealing the patriarch emerging from below.

“I understand your concerns,” the patriarch replied calmly, dusting off his robes,

“but you must remember, we had already decided to offer our support, why exploit the situation unnecessarily? Besides, by participating, we gain proximity to the high rank mages present, that gives us an opportunity to discern which of them might truly be connected to the attack on the outer court.”

“Oh, don’t misunderstand me, I have no intention of sending you into the frontlines of the Blood Moon War.” The Grand Elder interjected with a sly grin.