Domino Effect

Something beyond neutrality would depend on future interactions between their packs. Rhazien nodded in agreement, taking another drink from the mug and enjoying the bitter, burning taste that trickled down his throat. “I’m looking forward to it as well.” He says, thoughts of how the raid might occur forming in his mind. He imagines the massive man trekking into The Polar Sound, warriors adorned in armor at his back and ready to brawl with The Syndicate. And their warriors, well, Rhazien would make sure to alert them of the impending raid, so they could be prepared. His biggest challenge would be buffing Sephiran. He fights back a sigh at the thought, shifting his gaze back to Basilisk, who is offering him a bottle from the table.

A gift for the Sultan - a kind gesture, one Rhazien is pleased to accept. “Thank you Warlord.” He says, pulling the bottle towards him and motioning for one of his companions to gather it. “Following the raid, I will return to touch base with you.” Depending on how it progressed, they would need to discuss any future arrangements between their packs. Aresenn was seeing one of the females here- their blood may mix sooner than they anticipated. It would be beneficial to keep tabs on one another.

If Basilisk felt content with their meeting, Rhazien did too. The rest would be explained by their performance on the battlefield.

-potential end?-

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