It had been a while since Abdi had walked out of the throne room to summon the vampire runners. Balthost could feel a whirlpool of emotions building gradually within him, this would be the first test of his resolve and decision making since Gildor left him in charge of Moorhen and he could feel the noble elves seated in the throne room peering intently at him, trying to see if he would hesitate as a weak leader would.
Balthost was well aware of the criticism of his ruling abilities that abound greatly in the minds of the elven nobles. He wasn't swayed by it, the only worry on his mind being the politics behind the presence of the vampire runners in Moorhen. Gildor hadn't sent any messages since he had left to attend the conclave, not that he had expected any, but it was highly unusual fo
