Third Persons Narrative;
Back in Velmoria. Solrath sat in his throne room with Isilya. The wise, blind seer who he could only trust with the matters he had to present to her today…
"This is not a usual problem. It is a rot. It is a curse. It is darkness taking hold of the land from its roots, and if we are not able to stop it, I fear this rot will spread far beyond the fortress of Grovahn." King Solrath reads the last words of the letter he received from King Draghor just the night before.
The white eyed seer who sat across Solrath leaned into her chair and rubbed her chin as she thought for a while, and finally, she spoke. But with a heaviness that caused Solrath's heart to sink.
"This is bad." She spoke more like she was talking to herself, and Solrath watched at her.
