Garius's voice dropped slightly, the air around him growing heavier with the weight of responsibility.
"But know this, Javier," he said firmly. "We won't make the first move."
His eyes swept across the room—Mylezra, Lioness, Veldrac. All three gave subtle nods in agreement.
"We'll prepare for defense only. Not offense. If war comes to our doorstep… then we respond. But we won't be the ones to ignite it."
Then he pulled out a sealed envelope from his coat. Thick parchment, sealed with Armand's golden crest.
He handed it to Javier.
"Read this once you've left the Beastkin Kingdom and returned toward Dwarven territory. No sooner."
Javier accepted it with both hands, bowing slightly.
"Yes, esteemed father."
"And, Javier…you'll need to decide something else."
Javier straightened.
"Yes, esteemed father?"