"Because I fear you are still taking the matter of the emperor's arrival and all it's ramifications too lightly, my friend." Amhain sternly said, keeping his eyes fixated upon the distant mountain.
Sighing, Barrafin replied with a gentle shake of his head "How bad has it gotten?"
"Bad." The Enkada prince replied, his voice ladened by his unspoken worry.
"Have you figured out who they're rallying behind yet?" Barrafin darkly asked, his eyes narrowing at the unseen foe they've been trying to catch for months now.
"No." Amhain frustratingly shook his head. "There are simply too many voices vehemently whispering this ill-conceived belief of theirs."
"It's like being faced with the task of exterminating an intrusion of cockroaches, even if we deal with ten, another twenty have long since been spawned in their place." He replied with vexation venomously lacing his every word, as he roughly swept his hair back in an almost instinctual show of irritation.
