As the grand hall slowly emptied, Canna remained seated at the head of the table, deep in thought. The representatives had left, but their offers and promises still echoed in his mind. He leaned back, rubbing his temples as he considered the weight of their proposals.
Kael and Mortem remained by his side, understanding the gravity of the situation. Mortem, ever the loyal servant, broke the silence. "Master, their offers are substantial. Each kingdom and group provides unique advantages. Have you considered which might align best with your goals?"
Canna sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hands. "They all have something valuable to offer, Mortem. Arenthia's military strength, Veridia's magical knowledge, Eldoria's resources and trade connections... even the mercenary groups have their uses. But I don't want to be beholden to anyone. My mission is to revive my domain, not get entangled in their politics."
