While I resolved the threat of the Gray Claw Faction swiftly and decisively, you allowed a pack of Wolf Poison whelps to create friction along our shared border.
I fulfilled my promise, but you broke your word.
So, might I interpret this to mean that the situation in East Prussia has slipped beyond your control? Or perhaps the actual abilities of the Marshall whose fearsome reputation is known across the entire continent, the so-called 'Heart of Steel,' are not as formidable as they are said to be?
If that is indeed the case, then I do not mind dispatching my warriors to help you root out those clowns who shouldn't exist during the preparation period for war.
After all, considering that we are soon to fight side by side against the Black Disaster, Crimson Castle has an obligation to provide assistance to falling powers.
So, the question arises, do you and your Legion truly need my help?"
"So, you contacted me tonight just to humiliate me?"
Marshall Loren said quite displeased:
