SKCT, Redstone City.
Inside a small pavilion, four people were sitting around a table and discussing things. There was one more person present and he was sitting on the railing present around the pavilion and humming a song without bothering with the people on the table.
"Did you pay the witch?" Kenzal, one of the four people sitting around the table, asked.
"Obviously. Did I have a choice?" Senzal knitted his brows and said.
"Good. So how how many people do we have?"
"Three hundred from the army I got from the witches. There are ten Rank 9s, forty Rank 8s, and the rest are all from Rank 5 to 7." Senzal shared the numbers.
"Clan head, that is certainly a good size. We didn't end up paying too much, right?" A man with a scar on his face, sitting beside Senzal in red robes asked.
Senzal looked at him and sighed. "We had to pay ten low grade magic stones. It wasn't a small sum."