A heavy silence settled in the war hall, punctuating the air with an almost palpable tension. The torchlight flickered, casting elongated shadows that danced along the intricate tapestries, mirroring the complex interplay of thoughts within the minds of the assembled nobles. Each noble, a guardian of their respective domains, contemplated the pros and cons of the choices laid before them by King Conradin.
The king's proposal of strategic withdrawal and linking up towards Durazzo hung in the air, a delicate balance teetering on the edge of the unknown. The war hall, usually alive with the fervor of strategizing and camaraderie, now stood as a silent theater of contemplation.
