The crowd gasped.
"Needless to say, I do not need an army to win my wars. Looting the region—you have done what any kingdom would do, and I take no offense to it. Still, I do not want a bloody start to my city's name in history. So I am offering a hand in friendship—you will be compensated if control is given to me peacefully."
The tension in the room was almost tangible. No one said a word after he declared his intentions. His friends exchanged nervous glances, but it was clear they were ready to fight alongside him if it came to that. Damian smiled at their unwavering support. They all nodded in silent agreement.
"Why take so much trouble?" the first prince of Dawnstar asked. "The birth of a region that could become a future force threatening Dawnstar—or the rest of Ashenvale—cannot simply be ignored. You understand what your declaration means, right?"
Damian nodded, but before he could reply, Maelor spoke up.
