Ubant and the last of the Hathengatter expedition had been camping outside Xiblen´s walls for a long time now.
But no soul had bothered to speak a word to them ever since they’d arrived at the humid city gates and stated the purpose of their visit, for which they’d simply been told to wait… Indefinitely.
The days had soon started passing without novelties, and the foreign negotiator had already pondered the futility of their stay a few times by now, wondering if they should simply return east and join their ruler in the Mavaerian attack, instead of keeping fruitlessly wasting their time waiting for an audience that might never even happen anyway.
Uncertain of what to do next, Ubant debated incessantly between one thing and the other, trying to discern how Xandhor would act if he were in
