“The plan is underway. All we need now is to wait for everything to fall in place.” Eighth had said while standing up at the end of the table. “Third, where are you with that heart?”

“I’ve almost located the mandrill. My men have been getting killed by the animals native to the Muderna Jungle.”

“What about the Middlemist Red?”

“We have located it. I sent some of my men to go retrieve it.”

“Good. I’ve located the soul of the Death Dragon. Seventh, I’m sending you to go get it.”

Seventh nods, “Just tell me where to go and consider it done.”

“I’ll tell you where to go after everyone here leaves.” Eighth turns towards First and Second, “What are the updates?”

First and Second stand up, “We’ve managed to steer the beasts in the right direction. They’re heading towards our intended target as we speak.”

“That’s good. Do you have an estimate on how long it will take to reach them?”

“At their current speed, it should take them 11 months. They have slowed down.”

“Just as long as they’re heading in the right direction, I don’t care how fast they’re going.” Eighth turns towards Fifth, “What news do you have?”

“My sources have discovered that the leader of the Prowlers, Excalibur, is not his real name. He is of Elkin race.”

“What is his real name?”

“That I do not know. All I know is that he’s been recruiting anyone that he can. He has almost every local village in his group. Only a few of the villages are resistant in joining him.”

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“Have you found out where they’re located?”

“Not yet. But I have a feeling that we’re close.”

“Find out anything and everything you can and report it back to me. We can’t have him or his Prowlers getting in the way.”

Sixth stands up, “Fifth and Third still owes 200 gold a piece. Reminding you both is getting tiresome.”

Eighth looks at Fifth and Third, “Is that true?”

“It’s not cheap to gather these ingredients. It takes time and planning and supplies. I haven’t had the time to gather the money I owe the organization.” Says Third defensively.

“And you Fifth?”

“I can pay the organization right now.” Fifth rummages around until they toss a bag at Sixth. The bag flies through the air until it suddenly stops midair in front of Sixth’s face.

“Thank you for your business.” Sixth chuckles and grabs the bag out of the air and places it in a satchel.

“I will get the money when I get the chance.” Third looks at Sixth.

Eighth looks around the table. “I believe that’ll conclude this meeting. We need to keep each other informed of any important information we have. We have to be on the same page.”

After a few flashes of light, all of the members except for Fourth, Seventh, and Eighth disappear.

“My resources tell me that the Death Dragon’s soul is in Greyspire. You need to go there immediately.”

Seventh stands up, “I will. Is there anything I need to know?”

“Fourth will give you all the details you need in order to find it.”

Fourth handed Seventh a small box. As he held it in his hand, a small light started to emerge from the top of the box. The light showed a map with two red dots. One of the dots was moving to what looked like a city that was forming.

“This will lead you to the Death Dragon. You need to do anything you can to retrieve it. As soon as you do, you need to bring it back here immediately.”

“You mean physically here?”

“Yes. I will meet you here.”

“How will you know when I get here?”

“I’ll know. Just go get the Death Dragon.”

“On my way.”

The remaining three members start to brighten and then with a flash of light, the room is empty.