ETAN
Both Borsche and his mother stood before him, staring, waiting for his explanation. He swallowed and hardened his heart, praying for the Father's strength. Borsche, at least, he could fill in later. But he couldn't risk his mother learning enough to ask the right questions. He'd never been good a lying to her.
"I need your help," he said to his man, praying his gaze was firm enough to communicate that this wasn't something that could be discussed before his mother. "I need you to locate our friends immediately and warn them that the Zenithrans are doing everything in their power to block Summitras from the Peace Accord, and so we must take drastic action. Today. All our former hopes and plans must be delayed. Postponed until all the Kingdoms are at peace. Our friends must step very, very carefully until the Accord is signed. Give no reason for the Zenithrans to question their loyalty, or their intentions. Do you understand?"
