In one meeting, I was with Drevolan, Alyssra, Thaleia, and an unfamiliar, pale Dragonlord.
Drevolan skipped introductions. I remained silent, partly because I was unsure of what to convey, and partly due to the awe of being near Alyssra Volade.
She unfolded a map, marked a location, and declared, "Our target is here. We'll strike, brace for their counter, then pull back towards the Terran Mountains."
There were nods of agreement. I had barely been in the meeting for a few moments and was already lost.
She continued, "If they don't counter our move, we press forward, striking at these points. Once we reach this position," she indicated a spot on the map, "we can consider a siege. Though, honestly, I doubt it'll get to that."
"How will our forces be structured?" Drevolan inquired.
