"You have more than sixty progeny," Nyrielle said, cutting directly to the point. As much affection as she had for her Uncle, he and his progeny had been living far too comfortably for far too long. Now that she'd shaken him free of his ennui, it was time to put his Mongrel Horde to better use than guarding an uncontested border.
"That's far too many for you to care for," Nyrielle continued. "In a few months, I will return to the Vale of Mists to prepare for war. When I do, send twenty of your progeny with me. I think that even Bardas would agree at this point that the humans must be culled before they get out of hand. The Vale stands as one of the shields against human attempts to cross the mountains and flood the western lands beyond. Help me stop them."
