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With several of the family heads still stuck in Vantalay, they seemed to realize, begrudgingly, that they couldn't make a hasty decision here. The constant debates in the Grand Hall of the Night made a return, especially between the reapers since they didn't even have to sleep.

Their scouts in Sair had been trying to gather more intel, but none of it was good. Abolish's presence in the Drylands seemed to increase by the hour, and the scouts had to continually pull farther and farther back. Every town they passed was either abandoned or in the midst of evacuating.

The scouting team, led by one Isaac Sebolt, had begun setting up a position in Callum, the nation to Sair's south. As intelligence on Sair itself was dwindling, the scouts were shifting their attention to how Sair's neighbors were reacting.

Sair's largest neighbor, of course, was Intar, which covered its entire western and northern border, and considering all that he had recently learned about Intar from Prince David, Hector couldn't help but wonder how that continental superpower was reacting to this news.

Neither Callum nor Intar were directly involved in the war, at the moment, but Hector felt like that might change any time now.

Hector wished he could do more for the Rainlords. Sitting in on their meetings and listening to them agonize over what the best course of action was--that certainly didn't feel like enough, even if they seemed to appreciate his presence.

He was told that he had a calming effect on them. Apparently, before returning to Warrenhold, they were going at it like cats and dogs, whereas now they were at least managing to remain mostly civil in their discourse.

Hector kinda doubted that, though. He had a hard time imagining the heads of the Houses screaming at each other like that--and even more of a hard time imagining that he might've been the reason why they would have stopped.