Mysterious Grebeil & A Flying Chair

Hopping back into his seat, Rizz tapped his chin in thought. "Only twenty-seven years ago? That's pretty damn recent… Then the issue that drove you out must've been really fucking recent–"

"You asked about Grebeil's geography" Rogue stated, "and I agreed to answer. So don't bring up the stuff that you know I refuse to talk about."

"My bad. Please continue, Miss Mayor." 

Inhaling, Rogue gradually walked back to her squirrel-sized chair. 

"It was twenty-seven years ago when Kazaal spies were caught in Umbaarz, Grebeil's capital. The shadow elves tortured those spies and learned about Kazaal's planned invasion. 

"So, as you can guess, Grebeil closed their side of the border to anyone who wasn't a shadow elf. They drastically increased security as well, which prompted Kazaal to invade a few weeks ahead of schedule.

"That's what happened."