Cassarae left the meeting with a headache, having successfully held things off. However, she could feel that she wouldn't be able to delay this for much longer. She needed a solution.
The obvious choice seemed to be to allow it. Ultimately, those three were the main problem. The other spawns seemed much more normal. If they weren't, there wouldn't be a point to Gregory doing all of this. He would just get them all to directly rebel.
In that case, there was still a chance to win this war so long as she kept those three at arm's length from anything important. And while doing so, she would be able to clear the Silver Leg of her Class Quest as well by making Guiz City her cult.
But all of that was easier said than done.
'Fuck you, Sylas Brown. If you're going to give me ass pain like this, can't it be from pounding me? At least you'd be worth the headache then.'
