That night, Emery and his friends decided to go to the seventh mountain summit, where Roran and the other acolytes had gathered.
Upon seeing them, the brown-haired acolyte greeted their group with excitement.
"I'm glad you could make it. Have you guys decided to join?"
Julian said. "Yes, but we'd like to know more about your plan first."
Roran shook his head and answered. "Yeah, right, we can't do that, we need you to join before we can tell you more about the plan. After all, don't forget we all are competing for the same thing."
"Smart." Klea quipped.
"What do you say, guys?" Roran insisted.
Emery decided to speak and change the topic. "I'm sorry, but this is the decision me and my friends have agreed to. We really don't wish to break our word later on. Let's do it this way, tell us roughly the kind of plan you have in store, or we can each stick to our own plans"
