Shinryu calmly smiled, "Oh, the Thirteenth Dawn. Always holding yourself on a high pedestal. You scorn us while you contribute nothing to our cause."
Archmage Nevira returned the smile, "Is that not my function? To give the spotlight, while I seek true progress of this continent."
"A useless function, I would say," Stelios commented.
Another one spoke. This time, the seat held the crest of black sky brightened by forked thunder. The owner of the seat was Bran Stormcrest, chief of the Stormcrest Clan.
"Now. Now. Let's not do this again. We have to stay focused, for the dark times are upon us."
Shinryu stared at Bran Stormcrest. His eyes seemed to want to attack the chief, but his mouth moved first.
"You do not need to tell me that, Bran Stormcrest. I will tolerate the Thirteenth Dawn as long as the dark clouds hang in the sky."
Archmage Nevira sighed.
