Sealed Fates

"Where is Aggragor?"

In a dark chamber deep within a complex of buildings, six figures sat around a round table.

Tension sparked and lingered in the air.

"It's unusual for him to not send a proxy, at least," Don Carnil casually remarked. "I cannot help but wonder what the coward is up to. He is too afraid of the backlash to not at least send one of his Martial Master underlings."

"Hmph, you lot give him too much credit." Don Carura snorted, displeased. "He is the type who will ignore all his commitments if he feels afraid of his current circumstances."