If men were that valuable in this fight then shouldn't this war have been ended a long time ago. Lenora thought to herself.
The deep disdain in her heart at the elders during the meeting.
The meeting was filled with a bunch of withered old men clinging unto the thrill of power in their grasp. Without it they were nothing and soon she would leave them with nothing.
Beige entered her quarters, a tired gaze in his eyes. He looked worn out.
"The hunting dog has met his match," she mocked, staring at him through his reflection from the mirror she faced. A wry smile slowly formed on her lips in amusement.
"She covers her tracks well and leaves misleading trails but I'm certain she is somewhere on this plains. It can't be too far off." He assured her strongly.
Lenora raised a knowing eyebrow at him. "So she's right under your nose is what you mean to tell me, Beige." she said with a subtle slur when she mentioned his name.
