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Evening.
Throne Hall, Wyfkeep Castel.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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"How about sending reinforcements to the borders and spies outside too?" Second Prince Spencer suggested and that attracted nods and scowls.
Across from Alaric, General Rowan, a grizzled knight with a scar that cut across his cheek, cleared his throat. "We must consider the practicalities. Our borders need reinforcement, yes, but sending all our forces would leave our castle vulnerable. We cannot risk an attack here while our eyes are elsewhere."
A few heads nodded in agreement, and Alaric saw his opportunity to weigh in. He leaned forward, speaking in a calm but pointed tone. "Then we need to deploy strategically, not rashly. Station reinforcements where they're most vulnerable. Keep our strongest defenses closer to home."
