In the half burned hall of the Dragon Guild, a table was hastily set up in a circular layout. The walls were scarred, smoke-stained the banners and snow blowing inside from the broken windows.
On the left side of the table sat the remaining representatives of the other Guilds in Aegis city, while on the right were the Chiefs of each Tribe with their Vice-Chiefs standing behind them.
At the head of the table were Xior and Becca, the spot was originally Rain's but since he was taken hostage they needed to step up.
"We meet on the ashes of our own hall. The Dragon Tribe has no intention of stopping unless we stop them." Xior declared as all of the people present looked at him.
The Lion Chief roared in response and blustered out, "the Lions have the strength and honor, you leading us will only end in tragedy. Let me and my Lions lead your to victory."
