THE DRAFTY CHAMBER was bare and spacious, devoid of the varied furnishings and decorations unlike where its current occupants were accustomed to be typically quartered. Only a round table and chairs encompassing it can be glimpsed, aside from the cobwebs sticking in the corner and the lone spider who netted it, viciously awaiting for its prey to be ensnared. Despite the numerous candlelight permeating the chamber, the faces of the men and woman lodging inside were shrouded in shadows, rendering the ambiance cold and grim. Nevertheless, the room they were sojourned in would suffice to meet their purpose, which would dictate the fate of hundreds of thousands of people.
"… and after such maneuver, all the elements of our army will outflank and rout the enemies," thoroughly explained a handsome woman in a suit of Niggerium steel armor, finishing to read a fresh set of parchments.
