~Ale Jakobs Razer~
Where: At the guild headquarters. With: Myself, waiting for Sinoct Ancient.
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~Ale was sitting at a huge round table. Like King Arthur, Ale did not believe in one man being above another. Today he was to meet with the other Ancient of his kingdom, the Ancient of the Sinoct clan. Ale was not sure if Exile agrees or not, but had sent word asking for Exile to meet here at the Lunara clan either way. He knew he was prepared well ahead of time, for Exile still had a huge window to show up and discuss the matters at hand. Either way, he hoped they would get to talk soon.
~Ale sighed to himself, and called a servant in. He asked for a large goblet filled with the sweetest mead. Today was already stressing him out, and nobody had even arrived yet. Ale was hoping to discuss whether or not to try sending a diplomat to the sun kingdom, to see if maybe they would agree to settle on a truce. So long as the sun kingdom recognized the night kingdom as the greater military force. A request like this could so easily lead to bloodshed, and Ale knew it from experience, but there was no choice.
~It has been a short while since the last battle with the sun kingdom, and Ale was tired of living in fear, constantly expecting to receive word from the spies that the sun kingdom was preparing to attack once again. Whether the request lead to peace or violence, it did not matter. Ale was tired of time sitting at a standstill.