Echoes of War
Several nobles exchanged furtive glances. Lord Barrick, a stout man with a bullish demeanor, leaned forward. "Your Grace, you speak of a decisive strike, but at what cost? The northern territories are critical to our supply lines. An overextension could leave us vulnerable."
Baroness Elsila, seated near Lord Barrick, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, while an offensive move could yield results, we cannot afford to gamble with our resources. The enemy is cunning and unpredictable."
Duke Radcliffe's smile widened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Perhaps. But one must take risks to achieve greatness, yes? My forces are well-rested and eager for combat. A bold maneuver now could catch the enemy off guard."
Viscount Geralt, a younger noble with a reputation for caution, spoke up. "Bold maneuvers have their place, but not at the expense of our long-term stability. We must consider the welfare of the people who depend on those very territories."