It’s too easy.” Neph declared as he tossed the carefully penned invitation down onto his table. His eyes scanned over the document again reading through the delicate script proclaiming him the rightful High Lord of Delvay and he snorted in disgust. The Empress’s signature filled the bottom corner of the parchment as well as half a dozen seals proving that it was legitimate, but it still felt wrong in his hands. Jala sighed in exasperation and Neph looked up at her and shook his head slowly before his eyes moved past her to rest on Onvalla. If anything the leader of the Blights looked more uneasy than he was, though Neph wasn’t certain if it was the formal dress the Blight was wearing causing her discomfort or if she truly shared his suspicions on the Empress’s invitations to council. “She doesn’t like it either.” Neph informed Jala with a wave of his hand. Shaking her head Jala glanced at Onvalla and then looked to Madren who lounged in one of the chairs with a pensive expression on his face.
