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“Ally of a sort,” he mentioned, though admittedly Dirge didn’t know just how to sum up their relationship with the pack. “Their leader’s a headstrong fellow. He’s young so I expect that to some degree, but we didn’t start off on the right foot. Things between us are much better now, so I suppose we have reached an accord.” Mal had been gracious enough to share information with them—it made him more appealing to have on their side when things got rough. Though he couldn’t have attested that Neverwinter would come to their aid if they had required it, Dirge found that he had no issues in helping them, should they have needed it.

“I’m sure us taking the glen formally will rise some hackles,” he went on with a sigh, “but we have long held dominion over a fair part of it for a long time. It seems natural to take it, even if it’s a bit cruel to do so right before winter.” And hopefully, he did not add, they would seize it before snow covered the ground so that Osiris and his subordinates could fend for themselves. Dirge only expected their numbers together to bolster as the autumn waned; feeding a pack full on the mountain was one thing, but supporting the glen too in that regard made it a bit more dicey.