Ryn made the decision the next morning.
There was no announcement or discussion held for appearance's sake.
Khaz Vordun.
The dwarven kingdom lay east of their current trajectory. Land-locked and rigid in structure, infamous for internal conflicts that rarely spilled outward. Power moved there, not by authority, but by whoever held the most resources.
A king who owned nothing was weaker than a merchant who owned everything.
Ryn set the map down.
No one spoke.
The planning room was full, yet unusually quiet. Amelia stood near the wall, arms folded loosely.
Jay lingered by the far end of the table, eyes flicking over figures he wasn't really reading. Taylor sat with her hands clasped, posture straight, gaze lowered.
No one questioned the destination.
Not because they didn't have doubts.
But because they trusted the man who chose it…Especially after what happened.
Fritz was the only one who moved.
