Look at you, alllll supplicant and sh*t. Fetch me my friggin' scepter, lapdog.
My lord, I shall fetch it myself
About damn time! Hurry up, before I lose my patience!
Finally! Hand it over! snatches the scepter from Matelian's hand
inspects the scepter, twirling it in his hand Hmm... This will do. For now.
What is it you need the scepter for, my lord?
I have a little... "project" that requires some, ahem, "special attention."
Do you need reinforcements, my lord?
Reinforcements? No, no... This time, I need something more... personal.
What do you require, my lord?
leans in close, whispering I need you to gather information on our rival faction. Their strengths, weaknesses, everything.
Understood, my lord. When do you need the information?
As soon as possible. You have until dawn to gather everything you can. And make sure you're discreet about it.
I will not fail you, my lord. Exits to begin intel gathering
smirking, leans back in his throne Good. It's time we found out what our rivals are up to.
Returns with a bag full of documents and intel My lord, I've gathered as much information as I could. There are plans to overthrow you and take control of the kingdom. They've allied with houses loyal to their cause. One of their leaders is Lord Ravenwood.
eyes narrowing Lord Ravenwood... That sly fox. He's been playing games behind my back.
What should we do, my lord?
leans forward, eyes gleaming with malice We need to strike first, and hard.
I will ready the troops, my lord. What is your plan?
leans back, smirking We'll hit them where it hurts the most - their stronghold.
Understood, my lord. I will prepare the army for battle.
Excellent. Gather the generals and inform them of our strategy. We attack at dawn.