Garren was already in the great hall when Darion came downstairs.
The windows were closed, with fire crackling softly at the fire place.
Two cups of water were on the table, which meant he'd been waiting long enough to think about setting them out.
He looked at Darion's face when he sat down and didn't say anything about how tired he looked.
Darion drank half his cup before he spoke.
"I need to tell you what I'm planning to do about Valdenmoor."
Garren folded his hands on the table. "I've been wondering."
Darion laid it out. All of it. The venomous undead, how the venom worked, the bite didn't hurt, and for the first two minutes nothing felt wrong.
Then the effects started.
The plan was to send the four of his venomous undeads into Valdenmoor's barracks at night. Move quiet through the camp while the soldiers slept. Bite as many as they could reach, then pull out. There would be no fighting, no noise and no sign anyone had been there.
