The three men sat in Milan's private study, surrounded by maps, documents, and the weight of what had just transpired in the imperial hall. Nobody had anticipated this result or the perilous task they had set for themselves.
Milan was deeply concerned about the mission; he was sure that the Emperor had given Jolthar such an impossible mission deliberately, and to avoid the debate from his ministers, he had set up a stage for Jolthar and he intended for Jolthar to showcase his abilities.
It was sort of a test for Jolthar.
Milan thought that the Emperor seemed to have set his eyes on Jolthar, but the reason he wasn't sure of it.
The fire in the hearth crackled softly, providing warmth against the night's chill, but the atmosphere was anything but comfortable.
Milan had spread out what maps existed of the eastern territories, his finger tracing the route that would take them toward the Dreadland Depths.
