Arvaad Marinar was tired, and the luxuries inside the Archon's palace did nothing to lift his spirits. Running a war and a city at the same time from the shadows turned out far harder than he ever expected, even with his brother's help. A pity he still needed to corral all those magisters. He hated the magister's council for a reason, but Arvaad was forced to deal with it, as it was the city's backbone. Thankfully, only the richest twelve and the Archon could attend.