The Patriarch of the Gordons clan stood on the room’s edge, gazing at his brother who still lay on the bed.
“Are you ready?, I am about to give it to him now,” the Grand Elder asked, receiving a nod of agreement from George.
“Give him the stuff, we have to be done with it soon, i hope this really works,” the patriarch said, his eyes fixed on the blood moon looming in the sky, even within the confines of their home, the foreboding aura of dread and violence was palpable.
“You know the city will suffer significant losses, and many skilled mages will perish in the process, you should have sent at least one of the elders to compete in the blood moon war!”
The Grand Elder expressed, signalling the first elder to proceed with giving the Third Elder the Dragon heart leaf.