Nymeria was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap. Then she reply to Reynold question.
"That is the part nobody really understands," she said finally. "The council has people working on it. But there is no clear answer yet."
Reynold leaned back slightly and thought about it.
The Greywood Basin was not just land. It was the vein the whole continent run on.
The magestone that came out of it fed the academies, the trade routes, the infrastructure of every major city in Valdris. In fact the economy 70 percent of revenue was from the the Basin.
If they pull the Basin away then the whole of Valdris will suffer for it.
Dammit! This people want the whole city to crumble.
Reynold exhaled and rubbed his jaw.
He reached for the last of the pigeon pie, and started eating it.
After the 190s treaty, the Forsaken had never moved this openly before.
They have always operated in the shadows.
