Amira let the silence linger just long enough, as the fire in the study-room fireplace had died down to a low, warm flicker, casting long shadows across the intricate maps and old scrolls laid across the long table. The air was thick—with tension and the collective weight of threats, and possibilities that can happen when their strongest fighting unit is out beyond the walls.
Amira at the head of the table, scanning the room. The noise of side comments and quiet discussion hadn't died down yet, so she raised her hand slightly—palm steady, fingers calm. "Alright," she said. "If that's the case… then we tweak the plan."
Everyone straightened as she raised a hand slightly and began speaking, her tone still calm, but now focused.
