Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-12599067-20140320030804

Valuril blinked in surprise when she spotted Daithi, as she had not expected the heir to the throne of Valenwood to be hanging from the ceiling. She took note of his scars but said nothing, as she was here on account of more pressing matters.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't, my king," Valuril answered, pulling up a chair and taking a seat next to a small table. "My lieutenant told me what your friend said about Mannimarco marching on Cyrodiil. This is grave news for more reasons than one."

"I did promise that I would tell my soldiers about the impending necromancer threat, but what I told them to prepare for was a skirmish against a large company of necromancers and their summons, not an army. This is not the fight they were preparing for," she said solemnly.

"My king, I've spoken with my lieutenants, and my men are ill-prepared for this battle. A fight against the King of Worms would be suicide mission. They won't follow me into combat against Mannimarco, and even if some of them did, there would barely be enough of them to defend a large stronghold, much less the capital of the Empire. I just can't rally enough soldiers to defend the Imperial City."