[Mineal Shade]

It was made very plain that Taurus did not like the idea that the empire was not summoning the bulk of its legions to take back Narim. Mineal himself did not have an opinion about the matter either way. He nibbled on the bread which caused his whiskers to wiggle up and down as he tore off small chunks of bread and and swallowed.

If the remaining Rangers were content to sit and wait for the bands of Orcs to come it was no business of his. Mineal was knowledgeable enough to think he should not tarry in the hall longer than necessary. He shook his head and laid the piece of bread down on the plate. "If you have no need of me I will take my leave the next brightening."

The eastern part of the empire had too many cities, too many people, too many problems that far outshadowed anything the rodenti thought he should be a part of. He could always return to Frigid River and sharpen his skills before the biting winter set in on the little town.