As Grenn made his way to the Chamber of Council Sabine Sydow suddenly appears from an alcove to walk beside him. Her slender legs
easily keeping pace with Grenn’s stride. Her cold eyes staring front as she speaks up.
“Comtè, Brevash maybe Irva even. Like we thought.”
“Ungrateful fucks, don’t get a chair on the big table and they start squealing like spoiled children. If they would’ve given those
provinces to my brother…”
“I know, set it to your advantage.”
She turned left where the Chamber of Council was ahead and Grenn didn’t stop his stride, they were never the pair for ‘goodmornings’. He entered the chambers without slowing down only coming to a halt as he was at one of the chairs.
“Ecclessiarch,-“ Grenn bowed his head “Paragons guide us.”
He then turned to Oldavan, not suppressing a mischievous smile.
“Grand-General.”
He and the General had some history during a previous rebellion, where the trustworthiness and behaviour of Grenn’s men was topic of heated discussion. The rebellion finally died in the Driftmark under the Iron Sovereigns hands even though Oldavan wanted to pursue in force. Grenn liked the man, even though it was completely not mutual.