In Yr Saldin's quarters, Narwen sipped the blood-red wine as she cast an eye over the map that lay in front of her. Her eye fell on the detailed drawing of the lower city. It could be hers to administer, if she correctly understood Yr Saldin. Her gaze wandered over the the river Ringló. Another possible task. Capture the bay.
She continued to peruse the map for several moments while she finished her wine. This could be her chance. Already she had gotten into Yr Salin's graces with the capture of the merchant. She would have to think it over. Being hasty wouldn't do; she needed to rational. If she accepted, she would quite possibly make some bitter enemies. But, she would also quite possibly gain wealth and prestige. A dilema indeed.
Putting her wine glass down, she left the room and strode down the wide halls of the prince's palace to the streets. She would think on this.
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