The moon crept up the sky, marking the midnight hour. While Gilga was at rest and peace, forces began to gather within the city's walls.
Unbeknownst to the public, fourteen men sat around a large table. At the head of the table was Thyron. Thyron smiled proudly at the men around him. "Tonight, we finally act. The Leisure Guild has forced our hand so we're forced to show no mercy. I appreciate the addition of you five regents. You'll make this invasion possible."
"Don't count out Ollan, and the other two," stated one of the cloaked men. "They'll handle the real invasion. We're just here to keep the higher-ups in the guild from getting involved."
"True… But you're still key for the invasion to succeed. Without you diverting the attention of Argyle, Hurmot, and Kaldor, how could the invasion work properly?" reasoned Thyron.
