Fate And Its Threads
"If things should go south, we will have a better chance of redirecting energy from the core of the territory into the crystal ball, and if any worse, every resident with magic will have to charge the ball to ensure our safety." As father Black said this, he intentionally turned his gaze to Elders Isiah and Zod, hinting at them that their help was very needed. After all, most citizens of the territory were those from the city of Milk and Honey.
And it was well known that those from the city of Milk and Honey were Werewolves.
Elder Isiah nodded, "We will ensure to do our best as it is required of us."
Father black nodded, as he placed a cigar in his mouth and lighted the butt.
This was one of his favorite stash.
No one here thought that father Black was being rude by his actions.
He was just a weak human with a slightly longer life span because he was a ghoul, and yet, he was actually the care taker of this place.