I'm going to stage a coup IX
Two hours later“I still don’t like it.” Mila said for perhaps the seventeenth time. Eallva knew, she’d started counting after five. If she thought about it she guessed the number could be higher. There had been a lot of shouting at the beginning. Immediately after sharing the identity of her resource it’d taken all of her attention just to keep the council of leaders from leaving. After some quick talking on her part and a few fights – one physical – she’d managed to explain to an – albeit somewhat unwilling – audience the things Selvim had told her. None of them trusted him – Eallva understood that – but they were trusting her – miraculously – and most seemed, if not thrilled, then at least accepting of that arrangement. “We understand that,” Sentlos said through teeth clenched in annoya
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