And yet the figure in the middle shook their head. "Murky Mist. We are in a very difficult situation. The Old One is not as responsive as before, just when The Beloved Of The World is locked in on us. It doesn't matter if you make the slightest ripple, as long as it's there, they will turn their head.
"We can disguise the first set that we sent as keeping eyes on the Hinterlands situation, just like the others. But if we deploy more Master Knights, especially of those capabilities, and they do not return while we send more, only trouble will follow."
Murky Mist stiffened. "I have hope in Herdmaster."
There was silence for a while. And then the figure in the middle spoke again. "It's a pity that we can't send a Grandmaster. Everything will be done and wrapped up pretty well. This Vale Athrimir is already growing into his power and will only become more dangerous. It's a pity indeed."
