Silas sat in the quiet darkness of his chamber. The pieces of the board were moving rapidly and he needed to anticipate every possible vector of attack.
The door handle clicked. Elara slipped inside moving with the silent grace she had perfected over years of being invisible. She locked the door and leaned against it catching her breath. Her pale green eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and adrenaline.
"I followed him Silas," Elara whispered hurrying over to the desk. "I followed Lysander to the military wing just as you asked. He met with General Draven in the war room."
Silas leaned forward resting his elbows on the desk. "And what did the golden peacock and the warlord discuss?"