"The Dragon and his group have left Sacramento."
A man said, dressed in a wet, dark and dirty robe as he took a seat on the table. His footsteps were light, but his clothing was drenched from rain. His hands were covered in thick scales like that of a reptile, with sharp claws at the tip of his fingers. Uneven claws.
"Clark, What of Jyle? Did the bastard do nothing?"
Another person, a demon at the other end of the table asked. A Pit-fiend, from his large build and the temperature around him, sparks ignited in the air, and the man, Clark, shook his head.
"Nothing of note, it appears Jyle didn't do much against him. We can assume he sided with the Association."
"FUCKING COWARD!"
A hand covered in granite, metal, and concrete smashed into the table with enough force to send shockwaves throughout the entire room, rattling everybody present. The people in the room turned to look at the half-monster, Ropo, as he cursed once more.
"FUCKING SKELETON WITH NO GUTS!"
