Three Things

Dark Inner Circle, Alchemy Guild, top floor,

Almost all the important figures of the alchemy guild of the dark inner circle were gathered here. The atmosphere was extremely gloomy and apprehensive as all of them were looking at each other with fear and agitation.

"Old Sixth, do you know why we are being summoned by Guild Leader?" A gnome asked in a whispering voice while looking at the brown goblin.

"How the hell do I know? That tyrant had never bothered with us after coming here, but now all of a sudden, he's summing us. No matter how you look at it, it's extremely unsettling!" The goblin snapped.

Almost all of them were talking in this manner, and the top was the same.

There were three people in particular who had ghastly pale expressions and were isolated by the other alchemists for some reason. There was another thing common about them, which was each of them was missing an arm.

One of them was kobold as he asked the elf beside him grimly, "What do you think?"