"The Snake-man tribe has gathered their forces again, we must find a way to stop them."
"How do we stop them? Each of those major tribes has a Saint overseeing them, unless the Legion Commander leads, it's a journey with no return."
"No, the traitors within the Holy City haven't been cleared yet. The Legion Commander has to guard the Holy City Palace and this area of the city walls, he mustn't move lightly..."
Behind the black fortress walls, inside a wooden house in the encampment on the flat land.
The debate continued for a long time, lasting several days without reaching a final conclusion.
"What about Mr. Feng Chen?"
Someone asked, but was quickly met with a frustrated sigh.
Outsiders come and go in a hurry, this has been an unchanging rule since ancient times.
Molly stood awkwardly in the corner watching all of this, feeling many gazes upon her and the small stone statue on her shoulder.
