Far to the south, in the loins of N'garu, another council had stirred. They rarely had any meetings over the past decade. They always acted as the protectors of N'garu in the shadows. They are like extremists who believe that the people of N'garu were superior and better than all nations and that they should not mix with other people. The council of the south knew of their existence, but they did not care much about what the council in the shadows did.
Tonight, the members gathered. Covered from head to toe. The building was half buried beneath the earth, its black stone walls worn smooth by centuries of wind. Deep within it, a chamber glowed faintly with firelight. Eleven figures sat around a circular stone table. Their faces were hidden beneath dark hoods. No one spoke at first, and the silence stretched long as if to add to the ominous air that already surrounded the people present. Then, finally, one of them broke it.
