บท 112: Necessary

Grek sat upon his throne, examining the undead elves with narrowed eyes.

The three thrones to his sides were as empty as the last time Morne had stood in this throne room, but the four advisors were present and whispering amongst themselves.

Which was strange, as they sat in pairs on opposite sides of the room, equidistant from the other three. But there was no denying that they were somehow able to hold a conversation even with this impediment.

"This is a foul thing you've done, human," Grek said after a long silence. "But in war, many things are forgivable."

"Your friend here didn't seem to have a problem with it," Essenla remarked blandly, referring to Gram who stood nearby. This king had ordered the destruction of the elven village, but this was where he had reservations?