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I was watching Raven as she considered what I had said. She was staring at the wooden floor, deep in thought, and seemed to be working through some things. We had moved into the house to talk. I was leaned back against the wall next to the fireplace with Galen by my side, Drakus had sat down on the bed and had been watching Raven the entire time, and Raven had been pacing across the room until a moment ago.
Finally, she looked up to me. “It could work,” She said. “Though, I will not speak for the Valveronians. Whether or not they choose to fight is entirely up to them, and as far as I can see, they have no obligation nor motivation to fight for Ralorn. There is no benefit to them.”
“What if there was?” I asked her.
“Like what?”
I shrugged. “You said yourself that the majority of t
