Vlad took a deep breath, allowing the cool air to fill his lungs as he sought to find a sense of balance. His mind, a storm of conflicting emotions, finally settled into a state of focused determination. He fixed his gaze on the metallic orb hovering above the center of the command tent.
With a cold, measured voice, Vlad spoke. "I understand your reasoning, Overlord, and why it was the pragmatic call when it came to the battlefield. Whether I am fine with it is another matter, and we will handle it once the war is over. However, your decision to forsake the Caraban Country and its people carries all sorts of trouble that will make our future incursion all the more difficult."
