I have spent my life learning the art of negotiation, yet sitting here feels like trying to explain the sun to a mountain. My words carry weight in the courts of men, but to the Sithi, it seems they are nothing more than autumn leaves drifting in the wind. How does one bargain for the survival of a kingdom when the very concept of time is different for those you ask for help?
Am I the only one who feels completely out of depth when the stakes are this high?