In silence Jibrith watched the faces in the room. Young Triu, lips taut, jaw clenched: containing impatience, anger and, judging by the darting eyes, fear. Rallumi, sad-eyed, aware the unknown was but a blade away, aware of her feebleness if war came to Kamkarra. And Urqin. Knowledgeable, yet self-seeking. Saving himself, undoubtedly, but saving Kamkarra too.
Jibrith fought his own battle: the armies of his head sided with Urqin. A pragmatic approach, in which he and Urqin would also benefit. The armies of his heart sided with Triu. Jibrith awaited resolution - fearfully, for he already knew the outcome.