Jamar wasn't wrong. The meeting was very dry, and I was beyond bored. I sat beside my mate, feeling out of place. The meeting started off simple enough, but after an hour, the mens voices started rising. They argued over trade routes and resources, and I struggled to keep up.
Greyson shook his head, ''We cannot concede on the amount we're giving! Our packs depend on the grain too. We're not giving more!''
As the meeting dragged on, a man sitting opposite us scribbled notes. Greyson had introduced me before we officially began the meeting, letting me know his name was James. He was one of Greyson's council members who was in charge of trade and treaties.
I couldn’t follow the conversation, but I knew the stakes were high. Greyson's people relied on these negotiations. We needed trade ag
