Evergreen, 18th of Budrise, year 179 BN

As Lord Kirk and Lord Sline made their grand entrance into the bustling hall, Richard felt the weight of the moment settle upon him. He was no stranger to Lord Kirk, having interacted with him on several occasions, but it was Lord Sline who commanded his immediate attention. The Lord of Devilin exuded a stark presence, his pale skin a sharp contrast against his all-black attire, including a long coat that swept nearly to the floor.

"That's Lord Sline," Issac whispered into Richard's ear.

"That's Lord Sline," Issac murmured, close enough for Richard to feel his breath.

Caught off guard by Issac's proximity, Richard realized his focus had narrowed too much. It was a dangerous habit, especially in a hall teeming with political undercurrents and potential threats. He mentally chided himself, knowing that if he were to aid in any political movements he had to be caught, lest his distraction ends him.

"Lord of Devilin, and wed to Lady Serena," Issac noted.

Richard nodded, storing away every detail. "He appears much younger than Lord Kirk. Is Lord Sline's father no longer alive?"

"He's forty-six this year and took over Devilin after his father, Levi, passed away," Marcus chimed in from beside them, his voice low. "His ascension wasn't uncontested though. His brothers weren't pleased with the transition. You won't see them here tonight, and frankly, that’s for the best. His marriage to Lady Serena has solidified his position, benefiting both our lands."

Highlord Luther, standing a step behind, nodded. "Should a civil conflict arise in Devilin, our forces might be called upon to assist. His brothers would need to consider that before making any rash decisions. However, what intrigues me more are his ambitions regarding the current conflict with Thornhill."

"What do you think his goals are?" Richard inquired.

"I suspect he's aiming to expand his territory," Issac speculated. "Thornhill’s downfall could open up new opportunities for Devilin, especially in opening up new trade routes, and gaining the fertile land the region offers."

"Depending on how much contribution his forces provide, he could even ask for the mines that are now under our control. Those mines are what Evergreen needs, and knowing that he could force Lord Kirk's hand to give more than what was previously talked about." Highlord Luther commented.

"It wouldn't be a bad move on his part, forcing Lord Kirk's hand. Knowing that, he could take more territory for himself, or even ask for something else in return." Richard offered his insight.

Issac raised his eyebrow at that, he wasn't expecting Richard to think so far. He had a feeling that Richard would be a good candidate for his daughter after his interactions and from what Richard has shown him so far. But now, he was sure the young man also had a talent for thinking ahead.

Richard's words were something they were worried about. Lord Kirk told them he had a plan to ensure that the negotiations that took place between him and Lord Sline wouldn't be altered, but Issac was not so sure about it.

"What are you thinking?" Telium asked Richard. He felt the young man was treading on the same line of thought that they all were and wanted to pick his mind for a bit more context.

Richard was silent for a moment thinking over his next words carefully. "If I were Lord Sline, and I'm risking my forces to help my ally, i'd seek a reward. He has to leave his territory, and his brothers are left in Devilin unless I'm mistaken. That's bad for him knowing that they can start a war while he's away, taking Devilin for themselves. Because his forces are here, and our forces are also here, it would take a while for them to depart and arrive back at Devilin. However, we are in the midst of a war so they wouldn't just leave." Richard began to explain. "My risk in this battle is a lot more than my ally, if I'm Lord Sline. Meaning, my reward has to be greater. Knowing that my ally is seeking resources and expansion of territory, I could use that against them. I'd push the negotiations to where neither of us could agree, but then offer an alternative solution that would seem a lot more beneficial to Lord Kirk."

"And what would that be?" Marcus asked.

"Thornhill. I'd take the city and ask for territory that could lead back to Devilin, giving the rest to Evergreen." Richard explained.

The four of them were silent for a bit, thinking Richard's words over carefully. His explanation held some merit, but was it plausible?

Issac was the first to break the silence. "The question that's on our minds would be if Lord Kirk would accept such a deal. Given the impact these mines could have on Evergreen and the burden of governing Thornhill, he might concede the city. Especially if he gains even more territory in its place."

Telium nodded slowly, considering the strategic landscape. "I agree, it is an option we haven't considered. However, relinquishing Thornhill could significantly impact us. Even with the added mines, we'd still be lacking in trade. Thornhill itself offers us a place for traders to come to without worry of the beasts outside, without the city they'd no longer have a reason to trade with us."

Marcus, who had been listening intently, chimed in, "It's mere speculation at this point. But we must consider the military aspect as well. Thornhill's position on the map offers strategic defense advantages against potential threats from Vale and Dustwell. If Devilin controls Thornhill, our defensive line could be weakened."

Scratching his chin thoughtfully, Marcus added, "We should also consider the possibility of internal unrest. Thornhill's citizens might not welcome a shift in lordship. The transition could lead to instability, which would disrupt trade further and potentially invite external threats during a vulnerable period."

Highlord Luther interjected, "Moreover, Thornhill is not just any city—it’s a fortress. Taking it would place Devilin closer to regional dominance, strategically positioned near Vale. Given Vale’s current entanglements with Disceroa, seizing Thornhill now could afford us a significant tactical advantage in future conflicts."

Issac, weighing the military insight, added his concerns, "But we must also think about what happens after we take the city. The costs for reconstructing Thornhill, especially the city walls, would be substantial. We don’t currently have the funds to undertake such repairs. Before we even consider another conflict, we need a secure route between Evergreen and Thornhill. We have to ensure safe passage for our people and goods, which in turn will help build up our economy. Without money, our capabilities to sustain a war are severely limited."

After he finished speaking Issac realized he should have pictured a scenario like this, but he was too preoccupied with other matters to think so clearly. Still, it bothered him that Richard was able to have such a line of thinking. He was a blacksmith and a potential merchant with an idea that could change Evergreen. However, from Issac's knowledge, the man wasn't a noble, nor did he engage in any sort of politics. Tonight should have been his first taste at the political field here in Evergreen. Yet, he was able to see something that they missed? It shouldn't have been possible.

"Then that's even more of a reason Lord Sline will have the upper hand in negotiations," Richard commented.

He was never one to join in political talks, but because this was all hypothetical it was oddly fun. Nothing he said was revolutionary, and he's seen too much not to see the potential ends to any arrangements concerning Thornhill. Especially when he was in the army and they had to calculate the movements of the opposing forces, to come up with plans against whatever move they might make.

Although, he was merely saying what was on his mind.

Highlord Luther grinned. "You keep interesting company, Issac, Richard here has given us much to think about. We can discuss what would happen all day, but it's best we deal with the immediate problem." Highlord Luther looked at Richard for a moment. "For anything to happen, we need more council support, but some of them have been leaning the other way as of late."

Marcus nodded. "You said you had something in mind last we spoke, care to share?" Marcus asked Issac.

"My plan is to increase Richard's influence among the nobility and have him take his place among the council members. That would make us five strong, but getting rid of one of the others will need a bit of time." Issac responded.

Telium rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "His ideas do seem refreshing, but, Dyke would never allow Richard on the council. You know this."

Richard listened to them, but he didn't speak. Issac's plan was finally clear and he could understand why he wanted him to marry his daughter. It would benefit Richard, but Issac would also benefit, especially if he wanted his plan to work.

"Indeed, that is why Richard is engaged to my daughter. Their marriage will elevate his status. He's already built up a small amount of reputation with Lord Kirk, not only forging him a weapon but also..." Issac stopped himself. "Richard's managed to climb into the good graces of Lord Kirk, what he needs now is the backing of other notable figures to support him. I am hoping those figures can be you all."

The reason Issac stopped himself from mentioning the scrying stone incident was because Lord Kirk wanted to reveal that himself. When Issac learned of it, he could understand why. The impact that scrying stone held was dire and could alter so much here in Evergreen. Whoever was responsible for leaking information was bound to be among them, but Issac knew it was not one of his own associates. Still, it never hurt to be a bit cautious.

All three men looked a bit surprised at Issac's remark. They didn't know Richard was engaged to Celeste, that information was new to them. Issac kept his family matters close to his chest and only spoke about them when it seemed necessary.

"Congratulations are in order then!" Marcus said as he clapped Richard on the back.

"Once the foundations are set for his business, his influence will increase naturally. This steel of his will give us an advantage no one else in the region has." Issac said.

"Are you suggesting we invest in his business?" Telium asked a bit cautiously. He was open to investing in projects he saw potential in, but he just met Richard and even if Issac was backing him, he wasn't too keen on making a move that might bankrupt him.

"No, the construction will begin in a few weeks time, I'm just giving you a heads up is all. The applications his steel can be used for is numerous, and even if it's primarily used to create armor and weapons it is still advantageous to us. As Highlord Luther stated earlier, if we manage to outfit an entire army with weapons of such quality, our forces will have an easier time on the battlefield." Issac stated.

"You want us to bolster our own forces? While Lord Kirk doesn't mind us having small private armies for protection, it's another story if we all have large armies. He'd be very suspicious of such an act, who wouldn't?" Marcus asked just to be sure he was on the same picture as Issac.

"I'd never ask you to recruit a large force of your own, especially when your territory is in the city. If you were in control of one of the villages, then maybe but here? No, our forces can stay small, I was just highlighting the points Highlord Luther stated earlier is all. We should push forward our own goals, and Richard has ideas that can benefit us. Highlord Luther wants weapons, Richard can see to it that his army has the best armor and weapons there is. Marcus, you want better roads and a way to transport goods easily, Richard has a solution to that. Telium, we both work to better the economy here and what better way to do that than offer more to the other regions? Our Delhar fruit may be sweet and unique, but it's not an item people would risk their lives for." Issac paused as he looked at each one of the councilmen before his eyes landed on Richard. "This is what you can do for them, but the question is what do you want in return?"

Richard ran his hand through his hair. What did he want out of this? He knew he wanted to transform Evergreen, but that would take time, years even to accomplish.

Issac set his hand on Richard's shoulder. "Think about it and get back to me. We'll all benefit if we work together, there's no rush."

At the same time, Celeste approached them alongside her mother, Silivia. Both women looked stunning, and Issac waved them over with a smile. Silivia's warm presence brought a refreshing balance to the strategic discussions. As she exchanged pleasantries with everyone, Celeste's attention was partially on Richard and partially scanning the hall where Lord Sline and Lord Kirk continued their own deep conversation.

"I see Lord Sline is still with Lord Kirk," Celeste remarked quietly to Richard as she joined him. "Their discussion seems quite intense."

Richard followed her gaze, noting the distant figures of the two lords engaged in what looked like a crucial dialogue. "Yes, that seems to be the case."

Turning back to Celeste, he continued, "I didn't expect your father to send you off like that." He offered her a sympathetic smile.

Celeste gave a small, understanding smile. "He often has his reasons, though they're not always clear at the moment." She paused before inching a bit closer to Richard. "I learned something from staying by my mother's side, I can tell you later if you wish." Celeste offered in a whisper.

Richard was curious about Celeste, what she learned may be interesting to Issac or any other noble, but it wasn't to him unless she was going to tell him something life-changing. He agreed to the marriage, but there was still a lot he wanted to know about her, and he'd rather spend time doing that than having her be a chess piece in this political game he was drawn into.

Over the course of his time with her as of late, she's been opening up to him. This could be due to the marriage, but Richard felt it was because Celeste did not have many people to talk to.

Celeste waited for his reply, and she couldn't help but hold the side of her dress. Did she do something wrong? Her mother informed her that she should include Richard on anything she happened to learn, as it would make him happy. Yet, that didn't seem to be the case.

"We can talk later," Richard said.

Celeste, slightly taken aback by Richard's brief response, nodded silently. She understood the importance of timing and discretion, especially in gatherings where every word could have multiple meanings. Despite the buzz of conversation around them, there was an undertone of seriousness that couldn't be ignored. Celeste turned her attention back to the hall, her gaze lingering on the intense discussion between Lord Sline and Lord Kirk.

Richard watched her for a moment, noting the mix of concern and curiosity in her eyes. He appreciated her growing openness with him, a sign of trust that wasn't easy to come by considering their arranged marriage. Deciding not to leave things too ambiguous, he added softly, "Later, when we can talk privately. It’s important to me, what you have to say."

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Celeste's expression lightened a bit, reassured by his affirmation.

As Richard and Celeste continued their conversation, Lord Kirk, along with Lord Sline, concluded their private discussion just as the rest of the hall began to stir with anticipation. With a final nod to each other, both lords turned to face the assembly. Their expressions were composed, betraying none of the intense negotiations that had just taken place.

Lord Kirk stepped forward, his presence commanding the immediate attention of the room. “Honored councilmen and esteemed guests,” he began, his voice echoing through the grand hall, “please join Lord Sline and myself in the east wing for a private feast. We have matters of great importance to discuss concerning the future of our lands.”

The room filled with a low hum of murmurs as the councilmen began to speculate what the feast would be about. They all knew it was not to eat but to discuss important information that the other nobles weren't privy to. Issac took a look at Richard for a moment before speaking, "I'd like for you to join us, but we will meet again later. For now, enjoy your time here and meet some others. Just remember, everyone here has an agenda, so don't make any promises."

Silivia wrapped her arm in Issac's as they both left leaving Richard and Celeste alone. Highlord Luther, Marcus, and Telium all left as well.

The moment their figures vanished through the large ornate door, people began to approach Richard and Celeste. Many were curious who the young man was who stood chatting with four figures on the council for so long. Others knew Celeste and who her father was, so they approached as they noticed the Verlovian she was wearing.

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Lord Kirk stood at the head of the table. In front of him, Lord Sline sat next to his daughter, Serena. He was glad they were getting along, the more he fancied his daughter the better off she would be. He hoped Lord Sline would confide in her eventually. That was her purpose, the sole reason she was there. To learn any secrets she could that might be useful later on.

It was a move he was willing to make, sending his daughter off to gain information. Lord Sline was much like himself, charming in the eyes of others, but ruthless when the need called for it. Considering they were alike in that regard, Lord Kirk felt that they were similar in other areas as well.

He wasn't there on the battlefield with his army, so he couldn't see Lord Sline's prowess for himself. But, the tales that were recounted told him that the man was a valiant fighter. Adrian was doing exceptional, although it pained him that his heir was commanding the battle instead of taking part in it.

Gazing at the leftmost table, his eyes met Issac's. He informed him of the scrying stone and what was contained within it. Issac was the only one who knew, besides Aiden his most trusted aide. Issac wasn't the traitor, Lord Kirk knew that. He had too much at stake to risk bringing unnecessary conflict to Evergreen. It was due to this that he asked him for his opinion, as Issac's been in Evergreen for decades. They were close, and Lord Kirk thought of him as a friend.

Both of the tables were full, the ten council members were present along with their wives. The servants were finishing setting up the table, bringing out all sorts of delicacies.

His vision drifted to the guards in the room, they were still like a statues. But, they knew their role, and soon so would the others.

Among the council members gathered at the feast, one figure stood out distinctly—Dyke. Unlike his colleagues, who typically favored the rich, traditional garments of Evergreen's nobility, Dyke's attire was starkly minimalist. His clothes were of high quality but devoid of the usual embellishments. His sharp eyes, framed by a mane of graying hair, swept the room with a perceptiveness that missed little.

Dyke, known for his role as one of the senior councilmen of Evergreen, had gained a reputation for his often vocal opposition to Lord Kirk. He was a formidable presence, both in stature and in intellect. With his deep voice that rarely raised but always carried, Dyke was a man who commanded attention whenever he spoke.

Over the years, Dyke had cultivated a following among those who shared his concerns about Lord Kirk's leadership, particularly regarding the handling of the war with Thornhill and the distribution of resources and power within Evergreen. His insistence on questioning the decisions made by Lord Kirk had earned him both respect and enmity in equal measure within the council chambers.

Yet, with everything the man stood for, Lord Kirk knew he wouldn't be the one to leak any information. Dyke might not like him, but he loved Evergreen. To betray him was to betray the city he grew up in, and Lord Kirk just couldn't see that happening.

"While our victories in Thornhill are commendable," Dyke began, his voice calm but firm, "how are we preparing the local populations to integrate into Evergreen? We need to quickly put the mines to work and secure the villages we've taken over properly. The city can wait, our forces have surrounded them and without any resources, they'll starve to death."

Dyke’s comment drew nods from several council members who echoed his sentiment. "Indeed," Garen chimed in, "we've gained substantial ground and resources. It might be wise to consolidate our gains rather than overextend ourselves further. Dustwell is still a looming threat, and our defenses need reinforcement."

Lord Kirk listened intently, his expression neutral as he absorbed the varying perspectives around the table.

Dyke, seizing on the support from his fellow councilmen, continued to press his point. "We must remember our past, Lord Kirk. Not so many years ago, Dustwell exploited our overstretched forces and dealt us a severe defeat. We don't need a repeat of what happened last time. We were unprepared then, and it cost us dearly."

The room fell silent for a moment, the memories of the loss at Dustwell hanging heavy in the air. It had been a dark time for Evergreen, one that had led to significant losses including a village of theirs.

Highlord Luther, who had been listening quietly, added his perspective. "While I understand and appreciate the caution advised by Dyke and others, we must also consider the strength and morale of our troops. They are ready and willing to finish what we started. Pulling back now could be seen as a sign of weakness, which our enemies could exploit."

Dyke listened to Highlord Luther with a stern expression, his gaze unwavering as he processed the argument presented. “Strength and morale are vital, indeed, Highlord Luther,” Dyke acknowledged, his voice steady. “But let us not forget—the monster tide was a mere season ago. Our men fought bravely, and many barely had time to recover before being thrust into this new conflict. Can we honestly say they are prepared for an extended siege without risking severe attrition?”

He then turned his attention directly to Highlord Luther, his gaze intense. “Do you truly believe, Highlord, that the siege of Thornhill will conclude within mere months? If we commit to a full assault now, without proper preparation and recuperation, our men might be led not to a swift victory but to a slaughter.”

The room tensed at Dyke’s pointed questions, his concerns casting a shadow of doubt over the previously optimistic projections of a quick victory. Before Highlord Luther could respond, Dyke shifted his focus to Lord Sline, seeking the perspective of their ally whose forces were equally involved in the ongoing conflict.

“And what of you, Lord Sline?” Dyke continued, his tone slightly softened but still loaded with concern. “You have seen the condition of our troops first-hand. Do you not agree that a brief period of strengthening our positions and fortifying the morale and capabilities of our men could yield a more decisive victory later, rather than rushing now and risking needless losses?”

Lord Kirk raised his hand as the voices around the tables came to a halt. He's heard enough, and before Dyke could gain any momentum he had to act.

"Dyke's words do have merit, but before we speak on anything concerning Thornhill, I'd like to take a moment to remember what allowed us all to be here today." Lord Kirk began, his voice effortlessly carrying across the room.

"Before my family arrived, many of your fathers, and father's fathers were subjugated under the rule of Lebort. Known for his tyranny and cruelty that kept them in fear. My grandfather, whom many of you still remember as the Great Liberator, was nothing but a young man disgusted with the chaos wrought by Lebort's rule. He found you all starving, being tormented by barbarians, and lacking true leadership. My Grandfather, Cain didn't have a large army, he didn't have a grand plan. But, what he did have was courage!"

"With a band of loyal followers, Cain set about a rebellion that freed you all from the clutches of the tyrant, Lebort. Under his rule, he rebuilt Evergreen stone, by stone, and gave us the great wall that protects us to this day. He instituted reforms, fought off the barbarians, and secured our borders."

Dyke shifted uncomfortably in his seat. No one was here to talk about the past, it had little to do with them and he knew Lord Kirk was only saying this to rub it in their face of how great his family was.

"Yet, for everything my grandfather did, it was nothing in comparison to what my father achieved. When my father Luther, took power he restructured the army, put in reforms, and created the council. Our neighbors, the Slivians, Evains, Tylians, and Prusturhs, where are they now? None of you thought it was possible to conquer them, but he did it! Expanding our lands, giving you lot the right to plunder them, and even when you were rich enough from the war, he paid off your debts. Never once has he coward from a battle, he always led the charge and was the last to retreat. Not one man under his command can say otherwise." Lord Kirk continued.

"Together, what these two men have given you is something many can be proud of for generations to come. Many of you, still live off the accomplishments of what they achieved! I'll be the first to admit, that I played a small role and accomplished little in my time serving under them. But, which of you can say otherwise? Go ahead, I'll wait." Lord Kirk paused as his vision swept across the room, waiting for anyone to speak up.

When no one did, he continued. "I continue their legacy, and my achievements speak for themselves. Many of you have fought by my side, I grew up with most of you. Can you honestly tell me that you haven't of a time where I've led you to defeat? Yes, the first moment you all will think of is our defeat at the hands of Dustwell. It still haunts me to this day, just like it does with you all. How a thousand warriors managed to overcome three times their number. It's impossible, by all means, it should be impossible, but they accomplished it."

Lord Kirk pulled out the scrying stone and set it on the table. "This scrying stone tells it all, the real reason why we lost. It wasn't because of my judgment, it wasn't because our soldiers were weak. No, it's worse than that. So much worse." He stared down at Dyke who had crossed his arms at this point. "Go ahead, see what it contains and you tell me if I'm at fault."

Dyke wasn't sure what Lord Kirk's aim was, but he reached out to grab the Scrying stone. Lord Sline was amused and adjusted himself in his seat. He knew something was going to happen tonight, Lord Kirk already informed him of so. Now that it was actually happening, he wondered where it would lead.

'To His Esteemed Lordship, Lord Ike of Valewater,

With utmost urgency and under the cloak of confidentiality, I pen this letter to bring to your attention matters of grave significance that have recently come to light. It is with a heavy heart and a sense of duty that I divulge information that, if left unaddressed, could lead to dire consequences for Valewater and, indeed, for the very fabric of our alliances and loyalties.

Firstly, it has come to my knowledge through reliable sources that Lord Kirk of Evergreen, driven by a vendetta shrouded in betrayal and deceit, has orchestrated an assassination attempt on your life. This nefarious plot is scheduled to unfold on the 15th of this month, during the ceremony commemorating the founding of Valewater—a day when our guards are lowered in celebration and our spirits are high. The choice of this day for such a vile act is a testament to the depths of treachery Lord Kirk is willing to stoop to.

The motive behind this assassination stems from a discovery most unsettling. Lord Kirk has uncovered evidence of Valewater's covert support to Dustwell during the last skirmish between Evergreen and Dustwell. It has been revealed that Valewater supplied Dustwell with not only provisions and arms but also with strategic intelligence that directly contributed to Evergreen's defeats in several key engagements. This act of aiding an enemy, viewed by Lord Kirk as the ultimate betrayal, has ignited a desire for retribution that knows no bounds.'

Dyke's eyes opened wide as he read the rest of the content. His eyes darted from the transparent window to Lord Kirk. He didn't need to ask the question outright, his expression told it all.

The others at the table were all shocked, each one of them adjusting themselves.

"This... this can't-" One of the councilmen stumbled over his words, unable to come to terms with the contents of the scrying stone.

"I assure you, it is real." Lord Kirk said.

"I can tolerate a lot of things, but betrayal is not one of them. It would seem that I've been too nice as of late, that someone thinks they can do what they want, but let me assure you all. That is not the case." Lord Kirk signaled the guards with a slight gesture.

The guards moved with haste, drawing their swords. The councilmen were startled by such an act and quickly moved to react. None of them had any weapons, and none of them wanted to die.

"Have you gone insane!?" Dyke shouted as his hands slammed the table as he shot up from his seat.

Lord Kirk glared at him but said nothing before he turned his attention to what was happening in front of him. Three councilmen were dispatched, they were the targets of tonight's event. Their bodies were slumped over on the table their blood soaked the table and spilled down to the end.

The remaining councilmen sat frozen, their faces pale as they stared at the bodies of their former colleagues, now lifeless on the table before them. The harsh reality of Lord Kirk's decisive, brutal action had instantly silenced any dissent or confusion.

Lord Kirk's eyes swept over the room, his gaze hard and unyielding. "Let this be a lesson to anyone who dares betray Evergreen."

Dyke, still standing, his body taut with tension, looked around at his fellow councilmen, his expression one of horror mixed with disbelief. "This is madness, Kirk! You execute councilmen without trial? Without evidence presented to us all? What justice is this?" His voice, though loud and clear, trembled.

Lord Sline, who had remained calm and observant throughout the unfolding drama, finally spoke, his voice cool and controlled. "It is a harsh response, indeed, but perhaps necessary," he began, carefully choosing his words. "However, Lord Kirk, assurance of their guilt would set the minds of your council at ease."

Lord Kirk fixed his eyes on Lord Sline, the hardness in his gaze softening just a fraction. "I understand your concerns, Lord Sline," he responded in a tone that carried both authority and a hint of regret. "But let me be clear—there is no evidence. Those who plotted against us have been weaving this web for a long time. They have covered their tracks too well; any evidence that once existed has surely vanished by now."

His statement hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow of doubt and unease among those present. Dyke, unable to contain his outrage, burst forth with renewed vigor. "You are a madman, Kirk!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the hall. "When the citizens of Evergreen learn of this night, of how you spilled the blood of their councilmen without a shred of evidence, they will want your head on a stick!"

Lord Kirk met Dyke's fiery gaze with a steely one of his own. "Then go ahead," he said, his voice steady and unwavering. "Tell them. Tell all of Evergreen what happened here tonight. I don't always like what I have to do, but I know I must be the one to do them. Sometimes blood must be shed, tonight is simply an example of that."

The remaining councilmen looked between Dyke and Lord Kirk, their own loyalties and beliefs now thrown into a storm of uncertainty.

Dyke, however, was not appeased. His expression was one of disgust. "There must be justice, Kirk," he insisted, his voice firm. "True justice, not this... this tyranny disguised as leadership. You cannot simply decide fates based on suspicion and call it leadership!"

Lord Kirk's expression darkened further under the weight of Dyke's accusations. The tension in the room thickened as his voice, deep and resonant, broke the charged silence. "What do you know of leadership, Dyke?" he challenged, his tone laced with scorn. "All you do is criticize every action I take. Is your outrage truly about my methods, or is it because those who were killed tonight were your supporters, those who helped amplify your dissent?"

Dyke's face reddened, the accusation hitting close to home. The atmosphere in the room grew heavier as if the very air were thickening with the brewing storm between the two men. "Leadership does not equate to dictatorship, Kirk," Dyke retorted sharply. "Leadership means guiding, not ruling with an iron fist. You've crossed a line that should never have been approached. You justify your tyranny by cloaking it in the guise of necessity, but it's nothing more than a power grab."

Lord Kirk leaned forward, his hands firmly placed on the table, his eyes locked on Dyke. "A power grab?" he echoed mockingly. "Tell me, Dyke, where would our great city be without my leadership? Without the hard decisions I've had to make? You speak of justice, yet you would let Evergreen fall to chaos and ruin under the pretense of righteousness and fear of action."

The tension did not abate as Lord Kirk stood, his presence dominating the room. “If this was merely a power grab, Dyke, why are you still standing? Why allow a voice as defiant as yours to continue to speak so freely?”

Dyke’s eyes narrowed, and he straightened, “Perhaps because you know it would be too obvious,” he shot back, his voice steady despite the pressure. “Killing me, too, would remove any doubt about your intentions."

Lord Kirk smiled thinly, the expression not reaching his eyes. “Or perhaps,” he proposed in a low, even tone, “it is because my actions were true."

The two men stared at one another for a long time. The councilmen and their wives were still taken aback by what just occurred, and with Dyke outright standing against Lord Kirk, they couldn't help but wonder if he would be next. Would any of them be next?

Lord Sline took this moment to speak. "I think that is enough fun for one night. We need not have another corpse ruin the mood, lest you be mistaken for a true tyrant."

Lord Kirk's gaze flicked to Lord Sline, and he let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. His posture relaxed slightly as the tension diffused, albeit temporarily. "Indeed, Lord Sline, we have had our share of excitement for the evening," he conceded.

Turning back to the assembly, he addressed the council and their spouses who remained in the hall, still visibly shaken by the night's events. "Let us conclude our gathering. I assure everyone here that the stability and security of Evergreen are my utmost priorities. These are troubled times, and difficult decisions must be made. But let it be known, I do not make them lightly."

Dyke, still bristling but recognizing the futility of further confrontation at this moment, gave a curt nod. He remained silent, his stance rigid as if preparing for battle yet constrained by the formalities of the council. His eyes lingered on Lord Kirk for a moment longer before he turned to leave.

As the council members and their companions slowly dispersed, murmurs filled the room. Some were clearly disturbed by the night's bloodshed, while others appeared contemplative, perhaps reassessing their own positions and loyalties within the volatile dynamics of Evergreen's leadership.

Lord Kirk remained behind for a moment, watching the last of the council members leave. His expression was inscrutable, a masterful composition of calm and resolve.

Lord Sline approached him, his steps measured. "You have played a dangerous game tonight, Kirk," he said quietly, ensuring their conversation remained private. "Be mindful that the edge you walk is sharp, and the fall is long and hard."