Icefrog sipped his Martini silently at his table in the sentinel tavern. The place was packed at this time of night, as alliances were formed, dashed and tales and news was exchanged. His table was also occupied by two others, the Stone Giant OrcI82) (Who was undergoing a growth spurt at the time and so had to sit on the ground because he had already broken his usual seat.) and Rifleman00, the Sniper. Mafaga the Anti Mage had tried to take a seat, but had quickly been taken aside by a persistent Seels, intent on telling him something.
“So what’s this news about a problem group being formed on their side?” asked, his crystal blue eyes darting between his two companions casually.
“Well I haven’t discovered their identities yet, but there’s definitely a group consisting of a Venomancer, a Faceless Void, and even one from our base, an Enigma causing trouble.”
Icefrog nodded silently.
“Anything else?”
OrcI82) finding speech difficult, but very possible added his two cents.
“There are rumours of other groups forming both here and on their side. A lot of deaths have been reported as those who find corpses report them in. Whether they’re telling the truth or not is-“
“They’re telling the truth, I’m sure of it.” Icefrog smiled. “But rest assured, justice will be done. We need to find out more about exactly who is forming alliances, and we need to judge just who among them are past redemption or can be saved…”
There was a quick pause, as the three downed their drinks. Rifleman00 gave a satisfied Ah! as his firehot whiskey went down. Icefrog flashed his pearly whites in a brief acknowledgement of his allies’ contentment and then began to speak once more.
“I suggest we make a trip out to find out more about this alliance you spoke about Rifleman00.” He said “Of all the things I’ve been hearing recently, that’s the thing that’s concerned me most.”
“So do we leave tomorrow morning?” The Stone Giant asked.
“We most certainly do my moss covered friend. We most certainly do.”
TheMantis had overheard the entire conversation, after sending his creepers through the floorboards to come up underneath their table. Acting as ears they transmitted the sound vibrations along the root. He decided he would follow the group and find out exactly what would happen. He would be discreet of course, for this could be his big chance, and besides, it would be a great opportunity to place even more eyes! He drank his necterwine alone as the din in the tavern grew louder and louder as more and more tales and rumours flew around.