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„I’m aware of that“, Anvael remarked curtly as Alexis said that war was coming. He didn’t know what to make of this human that was the Minister of War yet. Alexis was young, about as young as Anvael was in elven terms. He looked more like a boy than somebody who was in charge of the military. In fact he reminded him of the cadets he had trained with in Mystique, one of those boys from rich, noble and important families. He seemed very polite, very intent on following the proper etiquette, but what was behind all that politeness?
“You are talking about the retaking of Narim, are you not?” he asked. “Or do you mean the eventual attack on Ire? I have my own views on that, but let us go inside before we talk more about it. Such matters shouldn’t be discussed on one’s doorstep.”
Oh, the tone of Anvael’s voice was polite enough, very calm and everything, he held himself perfectly straight, stood there in a way that suggested confidence, but the Governor was direct where the Minister of War used fancy words and talked like a real politician.
He gave his guards a sign to open the door so that they could enter the Council building. He cast a glance at his brother as well, wondering why he was so quiet and what Alexis and he had talked about on the way here.
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