"What's the plan?" Lord Dargen softly opened his mouth to ask as he stood in the large room they had all decided to meet in the central city.
His voice, though gentle, carried through the thick air of anxiety that hung over the chamber like a heavy veil. The room itself was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the twin torches fixed high on either side of the stone walls, their flames flickering as though restless with the secrets being spoken.
The room was packed at the back with young men and women who held different weapons in their hands and tucked into their waistband, while directly in front were the older men who had severe expressions on their faces.
The underlings stood shoulder to shoulder, silent and tense, sweat trickling down some of their brows despite the coolness of the stone room.
