The king wiped his mouth and pushed his chair a little away from the table.
"I see you have some sense in your head too."
He stood up, moving restlessly around the table. "It's true Myria is under attack. Yaomo and yaoguai scouting patrols and small advance forces of slaves and monsters target our outposts, each assault more aggressive than the last. They spread out the attacks in order to take advantage of our inferior numbers. We're losing even small skirmishes, forced to seal off tunnels to prevent access to the city, letting them drive us back behind our stone doors. We're as rats herded to one big hole. They're just waiting for the right time to bring their wrath down on us."
The king slammed his fist on the tabletop, rattling the cups and bowls, spilling his own wine cup.
"Why attack you now?"
Chang Chang asked.
"Your underground city has stood for centuries. What do the yaomos and yaoguai gain by mounting this offensive?"
