"Heh, it looks like duke montford's duchy is doing good. Well, considering the fact that they sent all the injured, destitute and the old towards the northwestern region, I guess it is to be expected"…
"I bet that prince is sitting in his Brobdingnagian chair inside his castle at this moment, enjoy the lofty services that common folks won't even dream of"…
"Aren't we here precisely for that, to light a fire under his ass? Let's bring that stupid prince who dreams about becoming a king, down"…
The adventurers smirked looking at the distant city, thriving and flourishing at the expense of other people and regions. Not long from now, they were going to raid it and plunge the city in despair.
"Your Highness, when should we commence our attack?" Blake and the others stood in front of their respective teams and asked.
