Eryndor stepped fully to the table, his finger moving with swift precision across the vast map. "Here, in the northern farming valleys. And along the eastern riverbeds, where much of your grain is grown. Also, near the source of the western tributaries, affecting the water supply as it flows downstream."
He indicated three distinct, widespread areas, marking them mentally with a few swift taps of his finger. "It is not a small, localized effort. This is coordinated, extensive. And done with extreme discretion."
He looked at Viana, his eyes now conveying a shared gravity. "This is not the work of simple bandits, Princess. This requires organization, resources, and a deep understanding of your kingdom's vulnerabilities. They seek to undermine from within, without a single sword drawn or a single arrow fired."
He offered her a faint, somber smile. "You seek knowledge of battle strategies, and here, a battle is already being waged, unseen."
