"I still don't buy this. Shouldn't we be trying to find a more tangible way to win this war?" Shamira whispered.
"Shamira, I told you that I will not have my daughter talking about war!" Shavak shouted, apparently now completely sober.
"I just think that if we ask the races in the Immaculate Forest they'll be w-"
"Enough, Shamira!" Shavak interrupted. Before gesturing for her to leave the room.
She stared at her father for a moment, before bowing to Avankor and leaving without a word.
"Sometimes It's like she wants to go out and fight the battles herself," Shavak sighed, before getting up from his throne to approach Avankor.
"She might be right about the Immaculate Forest. It's closer than the Behemoth Mountains, and their prices are cheaper," Avankor said as Shavak walked past him.
"You know they'd never help us. Those snobs are worse than the forest council, they don't even judge based on tier," Shavak replied, before leaving the congress room.
