Lirian stood atop the wall and sighed, 'This battle was so not apart of the plan, but when they were so close and had me surrounded again, I couldn't help myself,' he thought bitterly.
'Well hopefully that old man can make a breakthrough, then things will get interesting again,' he thought with a heart full of hope.
Lirian turned his attention back to the matter at hand, he had promised Liberia a sign to show that it was time for her to convince the other minor nobles to leave.
But now he was slightly worried, the fact was that he ended up creating sensations, that were bound to be read as a sign.
First there was the yellow commit known as Rupid, then the fire display, by all means what was supposed to be the sign had turned out to be a little underwhelming in comparison.
