"You know I did not mean it as such.", Erendrial said with a deep frown.
"I only worry about your safety - you know this."
Before he could continue to speak, however, others began to filter into the clearing. First a dozen, then two dozen - the gathered masses representing families, themselves, and the ideals of freedom. Erendrial allowed them to speak among themselves for a time, gripping his brother's shoulder before moving to an elevated position.
"Too long have we suffered the injustices of chains, whips, and torture. Too long have we had no dreams, no liberty, and happiness. I've asked you all here today for a simple reason - to give purpose to your life, to not serve the injustice of another, to be a person once more."
A few of them nodded, a few murmurs of agreement, but a nervous energy in the crowd remained. One younger, more brash elf - a distant cousin captured in the raid on Clan Lutris - spoke up;
"How? I like the dreams, but how are we goin' to get free?"
Erendrial nodded to him, recognizing his place in the discussion, carefully thought and free. He gripped a fist and spoke with a much deeper fire burning in his stomach;
"Violence."
The others seemed to quiet at this. Some protested after a moment that if violence was all it took, they'd of been free years ago. Erendrial simply shook his head.
"No - unified, coordinated. I have a plan.", he said, grabbing a stick he had procured a while before, just perfect for drawing in the sand. Carefully, he drew out a rough estimate of the plantation, the slave quarters, the fields, the guard outposts, and the manor.
"At midnight, we will light a signal. A torch in the upper towers of the manor - via magic, in person, I will leave that up to my brother.", he said, making a quick glance over to Maelis.
"When we see that light, we strike with rocks, farming tools, and anything we can get. First the guard posts nearest the slave quarters - if we send the strongest, we can take them without raising any alarms. The swords and breastplates will be essential when we rush the armory, manor, and eventually kill Dragut."
"All we need is the beginning. One the guard posts are taken, we light fires - here, and here. That will raise the alarms, they'll rush out of their barracks to stop its spread. We kill those who come to wake us, and then we surround the rest in flames. The manor I will go to personally - to help free the House Slaves."
"After, we all push towards the docks. The ship in port is loaded with goods and supplies, meant to go to
Alliria in two days time. We steal it, we can make it far from here - together."
"Does that makes sense to everyone?", he said, glancing once more to his brother.