"Good afternoon, dear." Adal greets as he joins Ylva for tea.
"Adal, perfect timing. I just asked for a fresh pot." The queen smiles at him.
"Great." The Grand Mage sits across the table from her. "I have sent more spells to the borders before I came." He informs her. Ylva beams.
"I have a great feeling about this war, Adal." She utters. "I do not even think we will need to use our secret weapon."
"I agree with you but, as I told you before, we cannot underestimate that girl."
"I know, but surely she will not be able to win against an army of sorcerers."
The two are silent until the servants pour them the freshly brewed tea and place new plates filled with snacks on the table, then they leave. The queen takes a sip of the ginger tea.
"I have discovered important information about Brandt." She utters. The Mage is instantly annoyed with the change of subject, but he does not show it.
"And what is that?"
