Diken Graye chuckled and Kreeg frowned. I let my eyes rest on Graye’s for a moment. He flushed, then looked away.
“I don’t think it could be Ubai,” Valyan continued. “They’re too new at empiring. Got their hands full with the Thorn Nomads to their east. With Delnad and Revenor to the north. They’d be fools to attack a power like Nyshphal.”
“Then who do you name?” Kreeg snapped.
Valyan shrugged.
“What if we’re thinking too recently?” I asked.
The others looked at me blankly.
“Thirty, Thirty-five, years ago,” I said, “most of central and eastern Nyshphal was conquered territory. Half a dozen factions were involved. Hurnan Jystral beat them all. Ran them out. What if today’s attacks have old roots? Revenge. Or simply a renewal of plans deferred.”
Valyan raised an eyebrow.
“Aye,” Kreeg
