Back at the Alliance House, Azov called a meeting of the Myths to order, all forty of them who had gone into the dungeon today.
Opal had arranged the amphitheatre in the upper loft for them, using illusions to make it look like an ancient marble building once you came up the stairs.
The sight reminded Karl that he hadn't made time to make the arena plinth yet, and he mentally moved it up his priority list.
"What are you plotting?" Azov asked, startling everyone who thought that he was going to start with questions about the dungeon.
But instead, he was looking directly at Karl, as if this was all his fault.
"Nothing, we set a record, and what happened, happened." Karl replied.
"Not that. Just now. I sensed the chaotic aura around you, and it is too much like that old woman. What are you plotting?" Azov replied.
