Galahad and Prezzo were in a different room, somewhat bigger than the other. It was where Prezzo carried most of his business. He had a rack with good weapons, besides several monitors. The area surrounding his house was completely covered by the cameras. Next to a chair, a massive monitor was turned off.
It flickered to life as Prezzo pressed a button. They huddled around. Dust scattered in the air as Prezzo carefully wiped away the grime. "Last days there were severe dust storms. It seems the Red Storm in the East grows stronger."
After a few moments, the monitor prompted Prezzo for the password.
"Hopeful," Prezzo responded with certainty, and the monitor displayed different folders and words "Show me business Plan 74"
A small, three-dimensional map materialized, hovering next to the monitor's surface, showing the sprawling region known as the Southern Bucket. Prezzo pointed with a calloused finger to a particular location marked "Mostauk" on the map.
"You'll take an old electro train to Mostauk," Prezzo explained, his voice hushed yet determined. "It's the biggest city under Lord Mortis's command, but we can't be certain if he's currently there. Communications and spy drones have been shut down by him. Probably he made sure no one knew what he was up to. You'll have to gather intelligence once you arrive, but it seems he is recruiting more warriors."
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Galahad's eyes narrowed with resolute determination. He understood the risks involved, but his unwavering loyalty to Camelot and the Dust Knights propelled him forward. Prezzo stressed the vital importance of seeking out the recruitment center once he reached Mostauk, knowing that it could serve as the first step towards gaining valuable insights into Lord Mortis's plans.
"They've been aggressively recruiting people lately, Galahad," Prezzo warned, his face etched with concern. "You might have to undergo some rigorous tests, but I'm certain you'll pass them with flying colors. Once you're within the ranks, you'll be in an excellent position to gather critical information about Mortis's sinister schemes."
Galahad nodded, his mind already racing with thoughts about the obstacles that awaited him in the Far Westlands. His resolve was unwavering, knowing that the fate of Camelot hung in the balance.
Yet, amidst the anticipation, a nagging concern weighed on Galahad's mind, and he turned to Prezzo with a hint of trepidation in his voice.
"What if my identity is discovered?" Galahad asked, his concern evident in his furrowed brow.
Prezzo's expression darkened with determination, and he spoke firmly, his voice unwavering.
"In that dire circumstance, you'll have no choice but to fight to the death, Galahad. Do not let them take you alive," he said, his tone grave and resolute. "Your safety is of the utmost importance, but I won't allow your powerful armor to fall into the wrong hands. If I don't receive any messages from you, I'll take it as a sign and send the armor back to Excalibur to protect its secrets."
Galahad sighed.
"I hope you won't have to do that, my friend."
"If I do, I will stay here, distracting anyone. Who knows what Lord Mortis could do if he were capable of wearing such armor."