Several dark figures sat in a room that allowed no light to enter. They were all behind a long, curved table, elevated a few metres above the ground. A figure stood, kneeling in front of the table.
"Sir, the conflict between Thousand Spells' acquaintance and the Bandits has escalated," the person said.
A few seconds passed before one of the figures behind the table spoke. "Escalated in what way exactly?"
"Ummm-"
"Spit it out already."
The kneeling figure bowed even further into the ground, "Apologies, sir. It appears that he has killed a decent amount of the commanders."
More silence passed and cloaked by the darkness, one of the figures had furrowed his brows.
"What is considered a decent amount?"
"Erm, if we include Jyn and Kove, who have been dead for at least a week now. Well, he alone has eliminated about half of them."
Murmurs passed through as all the figures spoke simultaneously.
