"And that's the situation," Layn said in a grim tone, turning his face towards his fellow aces of the camp. "Not only are we against an overlord, different to the one we are trading with, we are also against the clock in the race of supporting a faction friendly to us in Slavians," Tom said, painting the picture of the entire situation.
"We are all against that... for what actually?" Al asked, looking around him as if to point at the entirety of the camp. After all, indoors, there was hardly anything he could find interesting to look around at. "A few run-down buildings that barely classify for that kind of name?" he asked, shaking his head. "Wouldn't it be easier to just let the two of them duke it out together and then make allies with the winner?" the burly man suggested.
For a moment, everyone turned silent. Not even the slightest murmur came out of the mouth of those present.
Slap.
