Two days after Sam and Grivon made the trip to the clan.
Sam took a break from his research. He is a bit tired of the grunt work and handed it over to the assistants as he relaxed with some chilled liquor.
Grivon sat beside him in his blue cloaked attire. He just returned from dealing with The Cook.
"You are right. I looked through the memories. He hates both of our clans and played two young masters from two clans and made them fools. He mixed up the intel on both sides. He is not even playing some grand scheme, it is not even formulated in his head yet.
But currently, he is just making sure that both ends got the correct information so that they would destroy some of their opponents' targets. Then he is planning of sending some of ours and some of theirs on some suicide missions by messing the intel."
"Why is he doing that?"
