Chapter 13: The Conspiracy Unfolds

Under the cloak of night, the Lycanth envoy hastened towards the royal castle, his mind churning with schemes. Within the stone walls, he sought an audience with the chief of the knights, a formidable figure known for his prowess and influence.

"**Sir Gareth,**" the envoy began, his voice laced with urgency, "**I come with a proposition. Ebonwood has grown defiant, withholding taxes that are rightfully the kingdom's. They must be taught a lesson.**"

The knight chief, Sir Gareth, eyed the envoy with suspicion. "And what is it that you propose?" he inquired, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"A show of force," the envoy replied. "A small contingent of your knights to... persuade Lord Simha to comply."

Sir Gareth considered the offer, his thoughts drifting to the rumors he had heard of the envoy's greed. It was said that the envoy had been exacting extra taxes from the villages under his purview, lining his pockets with the kingdom's wealth.

"Your reputation precedes you, envoy," Sir Gareth said, his tone sharp. "I am aware of your... extracurricular activities. If I am to assist you, I require compensation—**one-sixth of the tax you collect from Ebonwood.**"

The envoy's eyes narrowed, but he knew he was cornered. "Agreed," he hissed. "But this must remain between us."

With a nod, Sir Gareth signaled his men. A small troop of knights began preparations for their clandestine mission. Their armor was dulled to prevent any glint in the moonlight, and their movements were silent as shadows.

As the chapter closes, the knights set out towards Ebonwood, their intentions as dark as the night that enveloped them. The envoy watched them depart, a smug smile playing on his lips, unaware that his actions might soon come to light and the true strength of Ebonwood would be tested once more.