I stood outside of Mordrid's tent, dreading the rage I was about to stir up in him with my change of plans. Mordrid hates changing things, especially if it is going to cost him the revenge he was so dead set on getting as was I, up until I met Anna. I walked into the tent to find him lying on his cot with his hands behind his head. "Thinking of Clair huh?" I stated casually as I sat on a small chair next to his bed. He looked at me with a smirk "yes, she is always on my mind." I let out a sigh "Brother, you aren't going to like this but it is necessary. We will be changing our course of action, we aren't going to war. I
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