Jarson smiles, a wide, seedy smile as he watches Aris read the letter. Toroma, Jarson's right hand man, can barely contain his glee.
"Ha! I do believes, yer idea to send in the messenger is working Cap!" Jarson exclaims, in his deep, gravelly voice. Yer a right smart thinker, you are.
"That, my friend, is why I am the captain! It takes a brilliant leader to conquer, Toroma, always remember this fact. A brilliant man, with powerful resources." Jarson absently strokes this beard, as his mind continues to plan and scheme. "T'won't be long now Tor my boy. Soon they will all be rushing in at the invitation. Once we let em basically kill each other off , we swarm in with our troops, and clean up whatever is left of the mess of em. They'll never know what hit em, mate." Chuckling like a mad man, he punches Toroma in the shoulder. "Then, we, the strong, brilliant and most deserving, shall step in to take over the throne! Yes...I shall rule all of the lands Toroma, with you at my side!"
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