"Where is Aggragor?"
In a dark chamber deep within a complex of buildings, six figures sat around a round table.
Tension sparked and lingered in the air.
"It's unusual for him to not send a proxy, at least," Don Carnil casually remarked. "I cannot help but wonder what the coward is up to. He is too afraid of the backlash to not at least send one of his Martial Master underlings."
"Hmph, you lot give him too much credit." Don Carura snorted, displeased. "He is the type who will ignore all his commitments if he feels afraid of his current circumstances."
"Perhaps you are too harsh on him," Don Schambiei commented. "That being said, I do wish he would at least have the courage to show up in person. There is a reason we go through the effort to painstakingly gather in person. We need to coordinate our operations to make sure that we cover each other's backs and distribute our resources optimally. A divided Underworld is a far easier target to take down."
