Jamison tapped his fingers on his armrest thoughtfully.
"Did they meet anyone?"
"Leader, the report from the guard stated he dared not follow them for risk of offending their lot. However, the group did say they would be here for a week."
"What about their faces?"
"Masks... They all wore masks." Elliot, his lead aide, replied humbly.
He had to say the group was quite the mysterious bunch.
They were so young yet so strong. And there was a high chance they had even more powerful hidden guards.
But why?
Why had they left the prosperous Holy Capital to come here?
1 week...
"My lord. They're either waiting for someone here, or they are sect disciples on a hunt for some criminal."
"Hmmm." Jamison agreed coldly. "It's normal for disciples of various factions to stop by now and then. But youngsters this strong is a different matter."
He didn't like it. He didn't want things going out of control in his town.
