Jilerel can be seen in the Empire's warehouses. Holding a notepad and a quill, he directs a couple of recruits around.
"Where should this crate be placed?" a recruit asks.
Jilerel checks his notes. "There's red tape on it. It's perishables. There should be a couple hundred more of that sort."
Lots of movements can be seen in and out of the Imperial Hydlaaian Headquarters.
Jilerel briefly goes outside to meet with a visitor. The visitor bears the Imperial crest on his chest.
JIlerel acknowledges them. "Any news on the warrior alliance?"
"I'm afraid you do not have the support of their hierarchy, chancellor. Please accept my apologies." the visitor then bows.
"Right. You are dismissed. Thanks for your services."
The chancellor comes to his office and starts writing a letter.
Greetings, [EXPUNGED], leader of [EXPUNGED].
I would like to meet with you, in the Hydlaaian Headquarters of the Empire.
This concerns the matter our diplomat has discussed with your organization in the past few days.
Respectfully, Jilerel, Imperial Chancellor.
The letter is then sealed with Jilerel's mark and sent to his personal groffel.
Later, the same day, a helmet-wearing figure arrives, riding a rivnak. The door opens.
"I didn't expect you to come that soon. I appreciate your diligence."
"It's an honor and my pleasure, you are most welcome to invite me." the figure answers.
The two step inside the headquarters and enter the chancellor's office.
After three hours of negociation, the door opens again and the figure departs.
Jilerel smiles in his office. "Traitors. I see. We shall do without them."