It was finally time for Dron to meet with the rest of the people in the town.
The ones Tine was certain would have information on what happened in the poor class back on Thraqe. He knew the people were cynical. They didn't trust him.
He couldn't blame them but he needed to get through to them.
Not only because he was ordered to find out what happened but because he knew that if it could happen to the poor class, it could happen in other classes. It could happen here.
Tine brought him and the rest of his crew to a small spot deeper into the trees. Instead of just a clearing, Dron recognized what looked like a meeting place. There were large rocks that seemed to look as if they were carved into benches. There was a fire pit.
It looked old as if people had been meeting here for a long time.
It was a part of history.
Dron waited for Tine to tell him where to go. She ushered him to what looked like the head seat.
"Come sit here with me."
