Both Lord Cuz and the high priestess looked at each other with some surprise. Staying neutral had been easier than either one had planned on.
"Looks like we're done here. Their child of a leader is busy throwing a temper tantrum and we've got nothing to gain at this point" she observed
"Agreed. Though I have to admit this only affirms my beliefs that Procellia is better off without allies. These loons are dedicated to dragging the whole world down with them."
Without further word the delegation silently slipped away, more thankful than ever to be Procellian.
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