Erthor sits there quietly muttering in gnomish to a small shrub sitting on his shoulder, one that Wes and White Fang might recognize from the stables earlier.

"..that is a good point.  Based on the previous targets, it seems perhaps that the next attack might be against Lightning on Water, or maybe one of the Elemental Landcarts.  Has House Lyrandar been contacted?"

"We have a representative from House Lyrandar here," she says as she nods her head towards Vrailin. "But I, personally, fear it will be something much worse, Ethor."

As the blinds are drawn closed a darkness comes over the room, and with a click and a whirring sound, lights appear on the board in front of you. A three-dimensional (3D) image of Sharn appears over the table. 

"This is Sharn, our City of Towers. Home to thousands upon thousands of souls, from the Cogs to the Skyway. Even the Lava Pools below all of this house some sort of intelligent life," the image zooms into the lower levels below Sharn, showing a vast cavern with twinkling stones known as Khyber shards.

The image zooms back out and shows the City of Towers again.

"The jewel of civilization, Crown of Breland; Sharn has been a destination and a place to use caution. Why we have some of the best minds in the world working around the clock in these towers, the threats are extreme." She pauses as the image zooms in towards the Cliffside's Grayflood district. You see an image of the Guild House appear as it slowly spins. 

"My assumptions and those of other renowned scholars is that an attack is being planned against Sharn itself. Intel provided has been limited, with no direct correlation between any of the suspected groups. I will list the possible suspected organizations, their locations, and their possible motives for causing harm to this city. Before moving on, is there any questions?"

White Fang remains silent, yawning a bit.

Wes says nothing waiting for more information. 

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White Fang remains silent, yawning a bit.

 ((OOG Every damn time there's a power point presentation at work, I do the same lol :P ))

Milotva sits in one of the provided chairs of the office, watching the moving pictures with an intellectual awe, trying to find the "seams" of the magic that was creating them. He lowered his top hat into his lap and then reached inside, pulling from it his book of notes. He cracked it open and began jotting down what they were being told, then flipped to some earlier pages in the book before nodding and looking back to the screen. 

Milotva's curiosity was suddenly cut through like a knife, he turned his head to look at the large Warforged. "While I'm no stranger to conflict, and I'm not afraid to raise a wand to protect myself or others, when one has the luxury forethought and diplomacy should take precedence"

"Good to know some things from the war remain unchanged....but I will echo my fellow warforged's sentiment.  Point us where we need to go and it will be taken care of."

White Fang finally speaks his mind: "Patience. We don't go to war, we must prevent one."

'WE were built for war.....it is all most of us know." and he'll gesture towards Tiny as well.

The shrub jabbers something in Gnomish at Erthor and pokes him in the side of the head with what you can only assume would be the shrubbery version of a hand.

Milotva could feel the adrenaline beginning to pump through his Dwarven veins as things were a bit...tense. "When the war ended, and your people were granted their citizenship, you were granted the option to do more than War. So while it may be all you know, it's not all you can know...we should all be doing everything we can as a people to prevent war from ever returning to our lands" Milotva stopped and exhaled to relieve some of his own tension, "I digress though, Kara please continue with your presentation"

"The Cyran Front. A group of Cyran "freedom" fighters who have taken on a more drastic tone. They believe Cyre was destroyed not from within, but from without. They claim to know who actually caused the Day of Mourning, with sustained attacks on Aundairian and Brelish targets. Their largest and most well-known attack was on the Lightning Rail Station here eight (8) months ago. Led by the enigmatic Baron Von Dolor, a shadowy figure who runs the terrorist organization in the skies above Khorvaire. There is a Guild contact in New Cyre, on the Breland/Mournland border that can has said they've heard rumblings of something big happening and happening soon." 

As she speaks, the city of Sharn disappears and new images arise. First, the Cyran Front's standard.

Then some images of the destruction at the Lightning Rail Station in Cogsgate in Lower Tavick's Landing. 

"The Cyran Front's goals are simple, strike at those that they believe caused the Day of Mourning and reversing the damage that was caused."

"The second goal is noble enough, the revenge, and the destruction they have caused, isn't. Why do we believe this 'something big' will be happening here in Sharn Kara?" Milotva asked, his eyes once again drawn to the moving pictures.

*gnomish jabbering*

"And you think the Cyran Front holds Sharn responsible for The Mourning?"