"Why?" The word reverberated in the office room.
Ten or so people had been arguing over something for the last hour.
"W-we should just surrender this place!" One of them howled.
Orange light slowly dimmed. A lamp flickered on, and illuminated the room; sadly it couldn't illuminate the dark circles beneath everyone's eyes.
"Are you crazy!? We'll go to war!"
"To war!"
"No! I don't want my family to die!"
Melda watched all this from her father's chair. Lately, she'd been spending more time with the chair than her father who spent almost all his waking hours either worrying or arguing about the future of his land.
Last week, an Undead, a skeleton rather, became a major threat to the Duchy and when the Duke sent an invitation to him, the skeleton actually turned it down and was going to show up later when he felt like it?
This was clearly a sign of aggression and he had to be plotting something right?
