A week later, at Ulfrod, the capital of Grimbow Kingdom.
Inside the King's Palace, in a discussion hall. There was a large rectangular table in the middle around which were tall, high-back chairs. Sitting on those chairs were the upper echelon of Grimbow Kingdom.
''We can't send our army that quickly, Sir Walter,'' a well-dressed count replied to Duke Walter De Philips.
''But the Karsuda Province is in chaos now!''
''Don't you know that's a necromancer we are dealing with?!''
The noblemen under the Duke hit the table and spoke loudly. The other faction under Marquees Jones and Prince Splennar replied with greater ferocity. While not forgetting to be politically correct, of course.
A minute hadn't passed since the last peaceful conversation and they were already like dogs and cats.
