<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Amaltheia<br/></span></div><br/>"He always did get into mischief," Amaltheia agreed with a hint of wry amusement. She took a sip of tea, going over the numbers and placements of the guards, before reporting them. "Is there anything else you would like me to scry on?" She could just as easily take a look at what either brother was up to. She often looked in on their own borders as well, to make sure things were still secure. "It seems as if things become tenser every day. I've been hearing reports that<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>is brewing. I just haven't heard what, yet. People are nervous, especially those that travel between realms. The merchants especially have been changing their minds on whether to stay in one place or continue trade as they have." She shook her head, giving her tea a stir, and looked into her cup contemplatively. "It's difficult to prepare for uncertainty." She looked over at him again. "You know your brothers better than I. What do you think they will do? Is it safe to keep the borders so open?"<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111593">@Lewi</a>