He threw me a disbelieving look, Yes, but we don’t want to piss them off, do we?
I laughed, “What do you plan on doing? The olive branch?”
Yes, his thought was simple, smug. He continued to outline his plan to me, while I occasionally dropped a word in. Ranulf was a genius when it came to international relations. He was extremely interested in history and knew the past of every Magical creature known to the world. Because of this, he understood most nations better than others. His understanding of the centaurs could help us with our journey, and possibly give us a valuable ally.
You don’t mess with Centaurs; not even the Warlocks had tried that.
After Ranulf had finished detailing his plan to me in his mind we sat in (relative) silence for a moment. “Ok,” I admitted, if grudgingly, “That’s not half-bad.”
He grinned, his thoughts and emotions smug again.