[Port city of Neima. slums. 11:35 P.M.]
"Tch, I can't believe after all the work we did we have to leave town." said Jeremiah in a complaining tone as he threw the cards on the table and took a swig of wine from his glass.
"And what do you suggest we do? The first troops of the Eastern Lords could arrive at any moment and personally, I don't want to get involved with them." Said the man sitting to his left as he tossed a couple of silver coins in the center of the table to raise the bet.
"From what I hear, the Eastern Lords plan to send five divisions, each led by a wizard from the 5th realm. With 50,000 men and five wizards of that level, I wouldn't be surprised if they clear enough land to build another two cities." Said another as he withdrew from the game.
Sorry for the delay. Here is the chapter. This is probably the longest one to date.
Do not hesitate to inform me if there is any grammatical error or something you do not understand.