"Lord Parker! We might have followed you here because of your family name…. but now… we are going on ahead with or without you."
The one to make this gruff, assertive statement was none other than the aged noble who had his family tortured at the hands of the Helvati, leading a delegation of Margrave's officers and nobles into Lord Parker's tent that was set up on a hill.
It was currently approaching dusk on the very day they had left Caira and already cracks were beginning to appear between the two allies.
The Heeats were dissatisfied with how the Margraves had 'driven them out' of the city, while the Margraves were very angry at how the Heeats were still refusing to join them against their hated enemy.
After what Metztil's men had done, most of them wanted blood.
Judging by the delegation's flushed faces and sharp eyes, they could not wait to draw it.