At an unknown location in Ravenfell, inside a dimly lit room, three hooded figures gathered.
Their faces were hidden beneath the shadows of their hood, making it difficult to ascertain their appearances.
However, two of them knew each other. While the last person was new and his identity was unknown.
So then why go so far to cover their faces? Not to mention, there were mysterious runes carved in the fabrics of their hoods.
Such a high level of caution was warranted. After all, the School of Divination specialized in seeing the unseen.
And for what these men were planning to do, they wouldn't risk being 'seen' by a Magus specializing in divination. Not when they were so close to achieving their goal.
"Well, Blackshore was a fuckin' disaster," said the new person, his tone laced with amusement.
"You find it funny, do you?" Another one spoke up, his voice cold.
