Sleeping Nyris

Richard and Niya talked for a while longer, but the chieftain eventually left to lead her tribe. As he watched her talking to her subordinates and setting things up, he sighed and sent the order for the ships to set sail.

500 night elves walked over to the camp that was being set up, the elite warrior heading them bowing to Niya, “Your Excellency, we have been stationed under your command for the next five years. You may use us how you see fit.”

At the same time, a long horn sounded as Richard’s fleet departed in Norland’s direction. Niya stared at the seven ships with a complicated gaze; she knew that the night elves were stationed here to protect them from any retaliation from the Empire. These soldiers represented Richard himself; with the entirety of Lithgalen having been beaten back once, they wouldn’t dare provoke another visit. Five years would be enough for the seed to grow into a small tree, exerting its power...