Point-of-View: Bell Fairbairn
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"You summoned us, my lord?" I greeted Laus, a sense of dispirited melancholy about me.
"Indeed, I did. The pursuit of that wretch Sylvar will be put on hold for now, we will refocus on attacking Abyss, we cannot delay it any longer," He responded, before adding, "The attack will commence two weeks from now...on the 25th of December!"
"My lord, we have lost many of our best combatants during the past half year or so, we cannot afford to launch such a large scale attack so soon-," Began Vokkeg in dismay.
Do not bother, it is no use...he will not listen to us, that much has been made obvious. You are simply wasting your breath, Vokkeg...
"Enough of your excuses. If we lack numbers, then get the non-combatants ready, many of them are capable of basic spell casting at the very least, they may be of some use," He interrupted coldly.
