"Now, we need to plan our next move to drive the Barians off our land," Dyson said. "We need as much of our land as possible."
Black Mist nodded and fiddled with his new headdress. "Yes." He looked over the map with Dyson, Hope, and Acid. "Do you know who is in charge of the section to the west?"
"Barian Emperor Durbe," Acid hissed. He always had a sort of hiss in his voice. "Another powerful Barian and trusted advisor of Barian King Nasch."
"The advisor, huh?" Black Mist rubbed one of his armletts at the elbow. "Why would he send his advisor?"
"There are others, my liege," Dyson informed. "There are still the Barian Emperors Vector, Alit, and Gilag. They are all very powerful as well."
"I see. Nasch is very keen on keeping them."
They discussed the matter briefly. The three knights watched Black Mist carefully to see any symptoms of the illness. Thankfully, none showed up, and the meeting went on as planned.
Black Mist sighed and went to his chamber for the night.
I wonder how much time I have before that illness kills me, he thought to himself. It would really help to know how long Mother had it...
He took off the headdress, armletts, and anklets and went to sleep.