Although Lord Jara was deployed to stand against Galenight, the two of them had not actually fight before and they maintained an equilibrium between them that have never been crossed. They are not friends, but they have never been bitter enemies either.
Galenight's voice sounded as if he was trying to go for a sneer and failed. He sounded strangely tired but the killing intent around him only grow stronger. "Madness? Your organization have been putting pressure on us for the past few weeks. I'm just getting tired of it!"
Lord Jare didn't buy it. Although he didn't have the look of a schemer, it's a well known fact that anyone that could reach the level of Grandmaster must have cunny.
His brain began to quickly look for the source. "So it's about something else. I've been asked to pay special attention to the Clans of the Hinterlands and you have been paying even more attention. So this is related to them? For you to come here, it must be with the intention to wipe us out.
