Walking back and forth with calm steps, a proud man in extravagant clothing pondered his new situation. Having created a barrier around the entire camp and a second barrier around his grand tent, he felt at ease to know that even if he couldn't keep Sterfen out, he would at least know better if the Assassin God had entered the area.
With that worry no too present in his mind, he turned and walked back to the long table at the center of the tent.
"Come in!" shouted the man.
"It's about time…"
"Don't give me that look, Oosam. You and the others chose this of your free will."
"Sure, but it doesn't mean you or the others need to harp on us so badly," Oosam stated.
