~The Meeting Offer~

EIRA

The council table between us had seen years of arguments, but this one felt different and quiet in the wrong ways.

“The answer should be no,” one of the elders snapped, his fist hitting the wood hard enough to rattle the ink bottles. “You don’t parley with wolves who’ve drawn your blood.”

Across from him, another voice came. “And yet, what if this meeting tells us how much more blood they plan to draw? Knowledge can win wars before they start.”

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