"I've no time for idle chatter. From this day forth, we of the Mallister family shall no longer be hostages to the Cobalt Strike, nor shall my townsfolk of Stormcast be slaves in the Azure Mountain mines. This is a pardon written by the hand of the Commander himself." Alavin produced the pardon.
The Cobalt Strike Protégés stirred restlessly but were silenced by Vandill, who frowned at Alavin. "Where is Elder Connas?"
"They're likely still traipsing around the forest and should arrive in a day or two."
"Hand me the pardon," demanded Vandill, reaching out.
"No thank you. I'm merely here to inform you. The rest is not your concern."
"Hmph, how do I know this pardon is genuine?"
"Are you thinking of reneging? That's not very befitting of an Elder."
"Alavin, no matter what you've become or how you've changed, you've no right to be insolent in my presence. Guards, seize him!" Vandill would not retreat from Azure Mountain easily; he needed to ascertain the fate of those three hundred Protégés, await Elder Connas for the handover, and drive the two hundred thousand slaves into Cloudveil Woods.
"How dare you!!" Lucan bellowed as a thousand of his guards drew their swords, encircling Vandill and his men.
"Ha! You think you stand a chance?" Vandill laughed, and the Protégés laughed with him. Did Alavin and his people really think they were that capable?
The Mallister family's guards looked at each other, their morale faltering. They truly dared not harm a Cobalt Strike Protégé. The consequences would be dire.
The Mallister family looked on nervously, not understanding Alavin's intentions. Even with the Mallister family's pardon, it wasn't worth provoking an Elder. They couldn't bear the cost.
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