Yel held Arthur's gaze, expression as poised as ever, his jewel-like scales gleaming softly in the muted glow of rune-filtered glass. "You stand here now, Mister White, not as my guest, nor as a mere mercenary leader, but as a potential ally. A catalyst."
He turned slowly, gesturing toward the mana-made map once more. "Pazuut teeters upon delicate scales. Hydra works in shadow, the Glaucus Army marches in daylight, and the Council governs with its eyes on stability above all. Yet each group stands alone, distrustful of the others. None yet see clearly the coming storm."
He took a careful breath, controlled yet sincere, eyeing at Bovras from time to time. "I see it, and I believe you do as well."
Arthur's voice was steady, tempered with quiet understanding. "You seek unity."
