It took an hour, close to two, to get every guild leader on the same page on how to siege the fortress. Killi was exasperated and exhausted from having to juggle everyone's expectations.
Every guild leader in that tent, including the smaller ones that had the guts to speak up, thought the method they thought of was the best. It was hard to form a plan with all the bickering and light infighting already happening.
In the end, they managed to have a general plan, if only barely, that everyone could agree to. The only person who Killi was worried about was Azamus.
He had been quiet this whole time. Almost too quiet.
It was worrisome, and not just to Killi. Many other guild leaders monitored the gnome as they left the tent.
Every guild had its part to play today, and thus, no one guild would be pivotal to their victory. But any one guild could rapidly turn into the reason for their demise.
