"I need a team to escort me to Skyroot Palace."
Emery's answer was direct.
"Obviously," Lord Rendry scoffed. "I would not condone sending thousands of soldiers to their deaths for this."
"No," Emery replied. "I would prefer a smaller team. Quiet, capable people who can slip in unnoticed. I don't need many."
Rendry's expression eased, though only slightly. "That can be arranged. After the bridge opens."
"I would prefer to go before then," Emery said. "The whole point is to find out what remains of the cure before the battle begins."
"Then that is not possible. There are not many who could—"
Rendry abruptly stopped. He had noticed the expression on Emery's face.
His eyes widened as the realization sank in. His voice rose in disbelief.
"How dare you! You are but a mere grand magus!!.. you demand a Supreme on this suicidal mission?!"
Emery ignored the outburst and turned his attention back to the High Elf sovereign.
