Another three weeks had flown by since the new Rank-and-File Soldiers of Minos' faction encountered problems in Armhands. For the time being, they persevered, striving to improve their positions as outsiders and fortifying their faction in anticipation of Minos' return.
Just that morning, Minos and his five companions, including a new member who hadn't been with them before, arrived on the floating island of Armhands above Examire.
As they stepped onto the island, the city bustled around them, a hive of activity and whispers.
Walking down the main street of the headquarters' outer area, they drew countless gazes. Internal members paused in their work, their eyes lingering on the group. Minos, a figure of fascination and rumor, marched ahead, his expression unreadable.
