“It would seem that Galivor is mobilising against you, Lord,” a voice said. The Aracan Katuvana nodded, focusing the gaze of one of the magical Observatory windows onto the capital city, Galindren. Outside the immense walls, camped thousands of soldiers. “Who knew Korin would make such a good king? Not one of your agents has been able to get close to him.” The voice got closer as an ancient goblin in a red and black tabard carried a tall, polished basalt Jar into the room. The Aracan Katuvana turned to watch the goblin place the Jar onto the pedestal beside the window. A single, large, green eye slid around the outside of the Jar to look at the Aracan Katuvana. “I am getting reports that Elyandor is unusually busy for this time of year as well.” The Jar sighed. “A pity that I… you do not have any influence in Elysia.” The Aracan Katuvana shook his head, changing the window’s view to Valdier, where a large encampment had sprung up around Castle Grof.
