Rickard Pythos reclined in his chair behind his desk. The latest diplomatic missive from Darenhal was full of more signs of weakness in his view. Offering a fairly low cost for Darenhal’s wheat and Suvatran linens, while also offering to pay a bounty on Elvish leather and metalwork. Disgusting, he thought, treating these Elves as equals! They should be bowing before our armies and sending us tributes of these items for not wiping them from this world and razing their precious Glamour Wood to the