It's been exactly six months since Red Tide took over Gray Rock Province.
The meeting room in Black Iron City was very quiet.
Outside the window, the early autumn morning light was slightly chilly, sliced into a thin line by the thick curtains, falling on the black walnut long table.
The air lacked the biting chill of frost, carrying a slight coolness, with the fireplace lit symbolically, allowing those inside to forgo coats.
Louis sat at the head position, his cloak draped over the back of the chair, holding a pen which he twirled lightly between his fingers.
"Lord Louis." Green entered with a hint of the outside cold on his shoulder, carrying a heavy roll of parchment in his arms.
Louis nodded, with no unnecessary pleasantries, signaling Green to begin his report: "Go ahead directly."
Green placed the parchment in the center of the table, pressing it down with both hands, and gave it a firm pull.
As the map unfurled, everyone in the room instinctively lifted their heads.
