[Port city of Neima. slums. 11:35 P.M.]
"Tch, I can't believe after all the work we did we have to leave town." said Jeremiah in a complaining tone as he threw the cards on the table and took a swig of wine from his glass.
"And what do you suggest we do? The first troops of the Eastern Lords could arrive at any moment and personally, I don't want to get involved with them." Said the man sitting to his left as he tossed a couple of silver coins in the center of the table to raise the bet.
"From what I hear, the Eastern Lords plan to send five divisions, each led by a wizard from the 5th realm. With 50,000 men and five wizards of that level, I wouldn't be surprised if they clear enough land to build another two cities." Said another as he withdrew from the game.
