Arden stared, horrified, at the council.
"You're going to take over the city?! You can't do that-"
The big man with the beard raised a bushy eyebrow. "Oh? And why not?"
Arden moved her hands expressively as she talked, "The city would be in shambles in a month, you need the support of the city and-"
Earysta, the young woman with the vibrant red hair interrupted her, "But we do have the support. No one up there has bothered to notice, but we have more people down here than in the Upper City. Once we bring everyone up, we'll easily overwhelm the population. We'll have most of them leave to some of the smaller cities."
Paisley asked something Arden had been wondering for a while, "Why haven't the Norshiren soldiers come down here, into the Lower Levels?"
The old woman cackled. "They know their instructions, and that isn't one of them. So easy to find a few thousand thugs for hire these days, you know, all you need to do is dress them up, and there you have it- a Norshiren army!" She said in a warbly voice.
Paisley narrowed her eyes. "How could you be so disloyal to your country? Taking over the capital city will hardly win you any favor."
Earysta glared at Paisley. "We are being loyal; this city has been headed for ruin for years, and we are...simply doing it a favor." She smiled sweetly, her malice obvious in her eyes.
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