"It is only a matter of time until the Hound King makes his move," Tarraz said calmly, standing by his father's right side.
Zazrel said nothing, his expression grim, to think that they had gotten their hands forced by mere glorified steeds.
"Even if Grand Duke Kozran wasn't killed, I would still recommend this course of action." Tarraz went on, his monotone voice filling the silence.
Zazrel glanced over at him, "There's no reason to comfort your father." He said gruffly.
"On the contrary," Tarraz glanced down at the documents he held, "Azranon and his supporters were the first to lead the charge against Avalan, yet he hastily set the captive Hellhounds in his city free as soon as he learned of Ibaeron and Lyvenor's defeat." He listed off.
Zazrel found himself paying attention despite himself, unlike the peace-loving, almost naive Ashford, Azranon was a cruel bastard who would go to any lengths to achieve his goal.
"A large-scale war," He said, more troubled than before.
