Meanwhile.
Sidney Union, Paris, Summer Night Palace, King's Hall.
Romil Van Kriegern was listening to his sovereign's thunderstrike.
"How dare that stinking brat from the Ailish family!" Throwing the intelligence report at Romil's feet, the Sidney ruler above fifty glared at him: "Romil! My nephew! Explain this to me!"
"Durin Ailish is currently the resident envoy of the Circle of Truth in Copenhagen, representing the Circle of Truth and not the Eastern Elven Territory Embassy. I suggest that when you instruct those corpulent lords in the foreign ministry to lodge a complaint, they shouldn't target the wrong place," Romil did not pick up those discarded papers from the floor: "As for where Your Majesty obtained the information that Durin used the diplomatic teleportation passage to send the Sidney Union's secretary, who had fled to Copenhagen, back to Marseille, do you have any witnesses, any physical evidence?"
"The intelligence came from a Northernist agent!"
