"The moment we let them establish themselves, the moment we let them take over our business, we lost the balance. They've already forced this into a fight. I'm just making sure we don't lose it before we start."
A few beats of silence.
Lucavion leaned back slightly, watching. Interesting.
Draven wasn't just planning a single strike. This wasn't just about hitting a trade deal.
He was pushing every major force in Varenthia to move against the Black Veil at once.
And it was working.
Soren grunted, crossing his arms. "Alright. Say we go along with this insanity. Taking out a trade meeting won't be enough. They'll recover."
Draven nodded. "That's why we're not stopping there."
He pulled a rolled-up parchment from his coat and tossed it onto the table. It unfurled, revealing a map of Varenthia.
Several locations were already marked.
Warehouses. Hidden strongholds. Key supply lines.
Soren's eyes flicked over it, his scowl deepening. "You really want to burn them out."
