A Brewing Storm Part II

“You assembled us here just for a baseless rumor?” In a large and gorgeous hall, ten people were seated in a circle. All the chairs were equal with the exception of one. This chair was taller than the others by a few feet and was the seat of the Northern Empire’s Emperor. The one who spoke was a middle aged man with black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He sat right next to the Emperor – he was seated left of the Emperor.

“Do you think the Dark Kingdom’s recent attacks have been for naught?” another middle aged man answered the question with a question. He was a handsome man with a noble air. He resembled the twins Jake and John. This was their father and Grand Marshall of the Northern Empire – Sir Blunt. Few people in the empire knew his first name and those who did didn’t dare to speak it out loud. But it wasn’t out of fear, but respect. Although he was only a Grand Marshall, his words carried weight and his power