Lords of the East - Council Chambers

[Quirl]

The boy who not too long ago seemed mentally conditioned to be an animal rushes back into the courtroom. He seems unaware of the event which last occurred with the Seljuk guard and has since then returned to the young, quiet messenger/translator he had been from the beginning. The woman receives a letter from him and pats him on the head, beckoning him to read it to her. When he is finished, a dark smile slithers up the old woman's cheeks. She turns to address the court.

There is a state of war between the Qara-Suu Khağanate and the new Seljuk Caliphate. The ghūl are merely answering the calls of our invisible employers and we mean no ill will towards the Muslims or their great Caliph...

She smiles.

Nonetheless, I ask that the empires here keep watch over this conflict in the coming seasons. Consider it a... demonstration of our services... services which you may one day like to pay for.

She holds her hands up and bows.

The will of the Khağan. The will of the contract, sadiqs. Blessed be this courtroom.

She takes her seat.