The door creaked open as Alexander entered the council room. The room was a mess – completely different from the first time he had seen the place many weeks ago.
Mountains of paper works are piled on the table beside the empty teacups and cold pastries, the map was laid out as pieces were placed according to the position of the deployed elven warriors and the known enemy positions. While the vase of white lilies was no longer placed on the table for more working space and efficiency.
He will admit, those were little changes yet they created a denser and more pressing atmosphere in the council room. Such effects of dread and war can be terrifying.
"Morning Sir Easton," Alexander greeted as he entered the room, he had been avoiding the word 'good' ever since the attacks started. Thinking that there is nothing good about their situation, considering the amount of wounded and dead elves, as well as the ongoing war.
