Kyle brooded for a second, "That was what I thought, but... never mind. I shall relay this to the council when I return." He ate another toast slowly, as he sensed a slight change in the atmosphere.Â<br/><br/>In an attempt to dispel the feeling of hair rising on the back of his neck, he asked, "Skirmishes? Not the Asmodian remnant is it? I thought we had stamped out most of them in the previous decade."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Allen collected the letter opener, storing it in his pocket and the letter inside his waistcoat. He had remained silent for the entirety of the session, yet he yearned to say something cutting to shut the prince of Marlon up.Â