Into the Thornwood, part 1
The Greylord entered the grand hall, hurrying across the marble floor to a large table, covered in maps and troop deployments.
“Supreme Kommandant Irusk,” he began, bowing. It was a risk to address Irusk while he was deep in thought, but as with all audiences with the Khadoran military leader, he knew his time was brief.
Irusk kept his head bent over the maps, rolling his eyes up to the intruder. “What do the Greylords of the Thornwood require now?”