Elise mulled a little almost finishing the last drop of her soup. The Lords of the Lands almost rarely gathered together and that was a true fact. Unless the yearly meeting that was held in the first month of the year, they never meet each other. Meaning, there must be a very important matter that was able to make them gather. This matter must be nothing else than the black sorcerers who have gotten out of hand, Elise suspected.
Vella shifted her glance at the woman and cursed under her breath. "Foolish women." Her voice penetrated the room that the women in the neighboring table quickly snapped their heads to her.
Elise glanced up and saw her sour expression and Carmen's awkward smile.
