The small room Tine chose to have the meeting seemed like something from a fairytale.
The wall were lined with torches and dusty bookshelves. The windows were covered with thick fabric that barely allowed any light into the room.
The tension was thick.
Dron knew exactly what the problem was, there was a group of people who didn't really trust eachother all waiting to find out if the plan he and Tempest were coming up with would be the plan that would end their lives.
If Dron was being honest with himself there was absolutely no chance that everyone in the room would live out a long life.
What they had planned to do would be near impossible and something that hadn't been attempted since before the ancestors were born.
"So is anyone going to say anything?" Tempest spoke softly.
There was a bit of grumbling but no one spoke up.
Dron sat back waiting for someone else to take the lead. Anyone.
When that didn't happened he felt Tempest elbow his side.
