"Do you have the armour?" The king asked her. "It is almost finished, my lord." She answered, bowing. He nodded. "Excellent." He said, smiling only just slightly. He added, "Go, get moving; we do not know when Erebus plans to invade." She got up and ran immediately to the smithing den.
The king looked down from his tall, stone throne, "Erebus is the ruler of the Dark Gryphon Citadel. We retrieved information from one of our prisoners that he plans to invade... eventually." He shook his head and scowled. "The longer we wait, the stronger they'll get. I'm concocting my own plan, to invade them when they least expect it."
"Sekhmet is working on the armour right now. With the hours she puts into her work, I assume it will be finished by tomorrow. That is her goal." He said, then flew down. He picked up his halberd to begin sharpening it, "The war will be tomorrow, at twilight."