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“You can’t be serious!” Daunwick exclaimed as Jerolf stood up from the table tiredly. Tapestries filled the war room, depicting various battles and the victories that came with it. Each tapestry showed Falun as a beautiful kingdom, a shining beacon of hope to everyone who saw it. They were the last remnants of what Falun once was, a far cry from the crumbling vestiges in the present day now laid bare for everyone to see.
“A storm is brewing like no other and you tell the people to ignore it!? We will be doomed if we do not take any sort of action!”
“I know,” Jerolf sighed, “Yet that fool of a king does not believe that is the case, and has denied any and all attempts to establish any sort of contingency in case the storm breaks our defenses. Were his father still king, we would not need to make this gamble in the first place!” Jerolf slammed the table, shifting the pieces representing various factions on the map. Most of the pieces representing whatever army Falun had were knocked off, leaving Griffith’s piece to stand alone amongst the many adversaries present among the plane. Daunwick jumped in surprise, before resuming his grim facade.
“...The loss of King Vayne has taken a great toll on us all,” Daunwick said solemnly. “His death came when we were least prepared. My agents are certain our beloved king was assassinated. By whom, though, they have no clue. When we find the perpetrator we will bring them to justice…
“For now, we must push forward, lest our kingdom collapses from this daunting task.”
“Do you not think I have been trying to get our Kingdom to take action?!” Jerolf yelled.
“I do believe you are being sincere in your attempts, but sincerity is not enough,” Daunwick unflinchingly stated, rising from his seat and walking to the grand doors that enclosed the room from the rest of the castle. “Perhaps…you should take a different perspective on the situation at hand. Maybe you’ll find we have a better chance to weather the storm that way.” And with that, he left, leaving the Grand Consul to sit alone amidst his own hurricane of thoughts.