81 Round of 16 - Whitecloaks versus Dangerous 2nd

The adventurers scrambled after the last match in the round of 32. The guilds hurried back to their halls to hold their meetings behind closed doors. 

There was a rogue outside of the Whitecloaks hall keeping a wary eye on the street. And within the leaders were on the third floor.

"Disastrous." Ying yelled and paced around his council members. "One," he breathed. "We have one team through to the round of sixteen. Statistically we should have two! But we couldn't even manage a passing grade. And Dangerous, Dangerous have three!"

Trik smiled. "Two of theirs are in the lower bracket."

"I don't care." Ying seethed. "We have so much deadwood in this guild it pisses me off."

"We should make plans in case we run up against the Svartalfar," Sandor said. "The others are making shields and barriers right now."

Ying whirled around. "We would have to reach the final. And by what just happened I don't like our chances of doing that."