1074 The Mighty Cruncher

Inside a dark cave-like room, there was a table set up that seemed to have naturally formed from the ground. It was large and round but not smooth and the surfaces were uneven and bumpy. If a human hand was to drag their hand across they were sure to get cuts and marks.. Currently, it acted as a meeting room for the Dalki.

Graham, a Dalki that had a strange obsession to wear human clothing was inside dressed in a smart shirt and some trousers. It would have looked quite odd on most Dalki due to their muscular body sides, yet Graham was quite thin given his race.

He wasn't alone in the room, for there was another Dalki at the other side of the table. The other part only had a single bent horn that was sticking out from the top of his forehead.

"Graham, I know you are the smartest one out of all of us, but don't you think your plan this time puts too much trust into that man's will? How can you be certain that he won't suddenly turn on us?!" One Horn shouted, clenching his fists.