Allasaria sat and thought. Fortia's recent meeting was all but a formal declaration of hostilities between them. The words she had said were largely a bluff, Fortia was a much better commander than Allasaria could dream of being.
Allasaria needed her own general. Allasaria needed her own general.
Good thing she had one in Olympiada.
Elassa upon the great staircase leading up to the higher floors of Anassa's Prison. She looked to the intruder, then to Anassa, then to the intruder, then back to Anassa, then to the intruder. "Who are you?"